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[04 Apr 2007|09:10pm] |
work tomorrow is going to be hell, i just know it.
today i was overloaded with so much work from three different people, and i was finishing the mammoth task of scheduling documents when the bloody computer hung. i'd been saving it along the way, but for some bizarre reason it was saved in a read-only file, which means all the changes weren't recorded. tomorrow i'm going to die rushing the entire thing all over again, since it took me a good few hours. i also ate the most horrendous chicken rice in the entire world, for lunch, and it made me furious. it tasted more like dough than chicken, and there were bones all over the rice, which was salty as hell and tasteless, and there was no bloody chilli sauce since they didn't have take-away sauce.
i'm also in the midst of more banking/investment research. it has made me realise how absolutely disgusting economics is, and i'm relieved i didn't put it as any of my uni choices, because just the sight of simple words like 'free float' and 'capital inflow' makes me want to stop reading. unfortunately, for the sake of the filipino billionaire investor whose client meeting i sat through today, i shall press on so he recovers his, oh, 50 million or so worth of misappropriated and mismanaged US dollars without suffering a heart attack during cross-examination. i'm jealous of him-- i envy the way he makes first class trips to singapore just for a 2-hour meeting, and then flies to london for a 4-hour medical checkup. i envy his gorgeous gold-plated cellphone (!) and diamond-rimmed shades, i envy the way he can engage the very best people to fight for him and establish his case in court, i envy his luxurious lifestyle and the respect he commands, while i sit here trudging through every copy of every established financial/business periodical since 1995, looking for counter-statements.
people keep bugging me to help them with stuff even when i'm clearly busy with other things. today as i emerged from the washroom, some lady caught me by surprise and made me do more work for her, and that means even the washroom isn't a safe hiding place anymore. i have tight deadlines and i want to focus on one thing at a time. i'm also fed up with the computer. i'm looking forward to the holiday on friday so badly, even though the job itself isn't that bad, and some things are actually exciting. work is turning me into a bitch, and i know for sure i never want to work for anyone. i'd rather earn substantially less and find my own income, and work from home, than have to put up with colleagues and the boss and constantly worry.
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