After today's night shift, I will finally get to rest for 3 days.
Its been 2-3 crazy incredibly long weeks of endless consecutive late night shifts.
The kind where i sleep at dawn, or later.

You may laugh, but I was a morning person before this.
I'm those irritating kind that's all perky and cheery and energetic in the morning, just becos my system agrees a lot with sunshine and great beginnings.
Haven't felt that way since hell rained on me these nights.

Its been more than tough.
And its damaging me bit by bit.
You don't see or feel the changes all at once.
It just creeps up on you.
My mood is worse.
I am lethargic, slow, suffering fr headaches.
Impatient, rude, listless, tired.
Basically feeling like an old cow.
Not great.

Oh well.
There's got to be worse things in life than night shifts,
So i'll shut up now.

Haven't been nice to Terence either.
He's getting the short end of this evil stick.
I don't mean to be mean,
but i'm just in a "Don't come near" mood these days.
Very easily frustrated.
Always feels like somebody owes it to me to be nice,
Cos i'm suffering.
Ha, how pathetically nonsense can i get?
This.


Things at work ain't looking up either.
Two were sacked.
I think another's on the way out, cos a new Japanese guy joined us today.
Is it gonna be me soon? Sigh.

I really think my office is the U.N. central of Singapore.
Constantly, pp around me come fr places i've never been or seen.
And I only mean those sitting near me...
So if you take the whole office into account, it'll prob blow my mind.
I've got editors and colleagues from Serbia, Chile, India (all parts, even Kashmir), Cananda, South America (1 fr each country there, i reckon), South Africa, Netherlands, Belgium, UK, etc.
Its crazy, the accents.
You end up talking to those pp whose accents you can decipher.
And when we call those photogs abroad, it jus gets so much worse.
Especially those from Russia, Yemen, German, Italians, Vietnamese, Thais....
I jus crave listening to Cheena chinkos and singlish and hokkien/cantonese after work!

OK, not all's bad and rotten.
It will be Bangkok in a fortnight's time.
14 June.
For 4days.
Good, i've been yearning to shop there for so long.
I've long given up on nice expensive things.
Seems the more u work, the poorer u end up.
Figured if 90% of Chinatown, Far East plaza and Bugis Village, my fave cheapo haunts these days, get their ware from Bangkok, i may as well fly there too.
P/S: JB's another of my cheapo hangouts too! Half hour away, and with toll charges lower than ERP! And don't u love the ringgit?

Next stop: Melbourne and Amsterdam.
I need cash bad.
I don't just hope to be retained at Reuters,
I hope for a pay raise!!!

Praise God.
Love.