What a BiG, BoRiNg workaholic I am (or can sometimes be)...
Today, *god bless the king*, we are granted a half-day holiday as a result of our stunning volleyball girls' performance 9 days ago. But *@#&*%^... instead of hanging out at the volleyball court like I said I would, I'm now stuck here in this freaking cold & empty office, running through mountains of files cramped full with pages of un-intelligent, blood & vomit-inducing writing. DaMn.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm psychotic in some ways - work so bloody hard, yet hmmm... also derive certain pleasure from the whole episode.
Freako perfectionist. =P.
Maybe I should just go home and sleep now.
2 comments:
well, some self-proclaimed wise men told me this before..
"Each extra hour devoted to work demonstrates your one extra hour of responsibility towards your bosses and working environment.... but then again, it's also this same extra hour of responsiblity that you are taking away from your self, friends and family..." so at the end of the day, who do you want to be deemed as more responsible to? your bosses? or urself, friends and family? but then again,.. prob it doesn't matter in the end again..
haha. I'm beginning to fall in love wth you, ms/mr annoymous. *muacks* =).
I'm back at work again, & it's a bloody cold, rainy sat afternoon. Later at night i promise, i'd devote my one hour of responsibility to my family & friends.
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