Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Why is it so hard to tell the truth but yet so easy to tell a lie? I do not understand what I really want to write at this moment. A lot of things had happened to me. All of the suddenly I really miss Novena Square, the place where I had worked for almost a year. The new working environment for me is at Toa Payoh Central. I like the new office and it give me a feeling of the real working life. I cannot be like last time, talk out loud without analysts telling me to quiet down. The whole office had begun to be rather quiet and seriously speaking, I felt weird working with this kind of environment. I believe what I need is just time. Time will reveal everything.
This few weeks I was very tired due to lack of sleep. My mind was full of things but all of them are regarding work. U can see me happy go lucky but I can tell you I really very scare that I can’t finish all of them. Nevertheless I will try my very best to finish all of them in order not to let customers have the thinking that we are slow. I don’t want to ruin our reputation due to my heavy workload.
My new office is totally different from Novena Square. I have my own space and a new telephone line. I’m rather happy with this arrangement but I’m scare of the nice scenery. Whenever I pass things to Gloria I will have to look at the window and this makes my both legs wobbly. I can see the whole Toa Payoh and I can admit the scenery is nice provided that you are not scared of heights. My office is located at twenty storeys.
Do you know I was so lucky that I happened to be alone in the lift when I was going back to office for work after lunch. It happened on the Saturday, 7th of January. I was so scared that I turn to my god for help. In my mind I kept chanting that nothing going to happen to me and please do not let the lift be spoiled or else I will be alone in the big lift. Please do not laugh at this as this is not meant to be joke. I really turn to my god, asking him to bless me for my safely. After about 30seconds I was out of the lift and I felt blessed. I was alright but my heart skips a beat. I hope entering a lift alone will never happen to me or else I really do not know how I will react.
I hope all this are just a dreams but I still have to face the reality that I’m scare of heights. Will there be a cure? I hope there is or else I can forget buying a house that is more then fifteen storeys.
Joyce shine on ::3:28 PM::
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