The long weekend was definitely much welcomed with open arms, albeit being informed that I was one of the 4 on ‘stand-by’, for any urgent media queries regarding the latest Flu campaign.
The week – being one which the boss & I had to face an ‘inquiry committee’ for a campaign which went awfully wrong + loads of last minute yet extremely urgent duties to follow-up had finally come to an end on Thursday night, and boy was Luke & Mum shocked stiff when I suddenly ‘crashed & burned’ at the couch right after the family dinner. I don’t know what hit me, but by 9.30pm, I was out cold and didn’t wake up till 8.15am the next morning. I embarrassed myself further by later sleeping through all car-rides that May day afternoon, while the husband was running last-minute work errands. My brain just zonked out and I wasn’t really aware of anything till the later part of noon.
Since being swap to the laptop on Monday, I’ve been working my arse almost every day past midnight. That ‘convenience’ of being able to access the office mail and network from home has officially translated into working additional hours, because colleagues now know that even if you’re home, you can still get the required work done. Which is bad because the husband can’t understand why work creeps into the bed as well. 🙁 Argh, something I definitely have to work on ridding off.
So this long weekend, apart from spending the entire afternoon accompanying the husband troubleshoot a client’s server (although I didn’t do much apart from sleeping in the car), we managed to get mummy a very nice birthday present (a pair of stylo milo Gucci sunglasses), pampered ourselves silly with a pedicure and leg scrub, ate yummy dimsum at Crystal Jade, soaked in the sun & went for a swim, & chilled in with a DVD: Australia.
We also celebrated mum’s 48th birthday with a very sumptuous peranakan meal with her MJ kakis!
The week may have started off looking like it was one of the worst I’ve encounter in a long while, but the Lord delivered me from my troubles. Everything ended on a not-too-bad note. And although I threw myself in the slums (Kris & BR will recall my ‘very depressing’ conversations, which I’m sorry I scared you both with) and prepared myself to face the worst…miracles happened.
The ray of light is broadening.
And thank you, good friends and people, for your encouragement, warmth, concern, prayer and friendship.
Thank you for being there.