When you're swimming with your boots on...

It’s not easy to love a job when it sees you up till 1 am working, talking to people on the other side of the globe, spending 3 hrs AFTER leaving office, on the phone, ABOUT work, and haunts you in your dreams too. But I love it anyway. So that was NOT me complaining. So that’s how the week has been so far, and its not over. Tonight another couple of hrs on the phone. Why does the Earth have to be round with daylight on one half and night on the other!

Other than work, nothing much’s been up. The weekend promises to keep me out yet again, with birthdays and other plans committed to last week! I think the world needs a paradigm shift, with 8 day weeks, and 3 day weekends : 2 for socializing and other chores, and one extra for yourself, your things and sleeping!

Lunch has been uneventful, except for the old man in the elevator who wouldn’t stop checking himself out in the mirror, abs, ass n all, and hiding his balding head beneath immaculately combed hair. ‘Fess up, we all do it, but a little discreetly, unless we are the only ones in. But this was far too obvious for me to hide my amused expression, and as far as I could tell, the three other people in the elevator and I, were not invisible.

I’m generally in high spirits, relative to the past two days…for no particular reason. Perhaps its because of the contents of the little bag on my desk ..containing treasures of tropical candy, choc filled marshmallows, éclairs, mints, tic tacs, etc! *sheepish grin* Come on, 10 – 12 hrs sitting in one seat, one needs high amounts of sugar in their blood stream! At least I do! More so than caffeine.

Anyways, I better get back to it…so I can get outta here before its dark outside, just to remember what the world looks like in the evening.

*pops those mints n gets busy*