Mid-week Ranting

I’ve just intimidated my male colleague into wearing a tie, because I wore a thin black tie to work today. Ha! I love how that feels.

My mother was giving me the shits this morning about how one should conform to what the society wants one to be. I have no idea what’s going on in her mind at 7.30am in the morning. She’s been really sweet though; waking up at 7am every morning when she’s on leave for 3 weeks, just to make breakfast for me. Think I’ll bring her out for dinner soon.

I’m feeling terrible. Absolutely stressed out and I can’t walk properly due to the strain in my thigh muscles from my first workout session at the gym on Monday. Urgh. Funny thing is that I don’t know what I’m stressed about. I have no official deadlines, but I’ve given myself a deadline to complete my series of articles by Friday, in which I will need to start a mind-numbing job of organizing 2000 over articles in the database: correcting grammatical errors, changing the font face and size, alignment, etc.

Ok. I’ve just received news 5 minutes ago that I really do need to complete them as soon as possible because there’ll be a meeting with the translation centre in May. I’ve finally felt the stress of working and it took awhile for it to set in. I’m actually feeling anxious about work and that never used to happen.

Sigh. I’m in dire need of loving arms to collapse in and patient ears to hear my ranting. Since that's not gonna happen anytime soon, I'm thinking if I should bring my crystals into the office. Hahaha.