jazzy evening, the latin way...

What a draggy start to a Monday! My plan to do some strength training early this morning was put off what with my eyes refusing to open with only 6 hours of sleep. I am very tired actually with the lack of sleep but it was quite a productive weekend for yours truly. The highlight of the weekend would be the evening of jazz at the Esplanade.

Ken and I have been talking about going to see a concert at the Esplanade but nothing seems to suit our fancy. The thought died its own natural death until last week when we talked about going to see Maroon 5 concert on 25 March 2008. Unfortunately, we left it until too late that the category of the ticket we wanted are sold out. As a consolation, Ken suggested that we check out the Mosaic Music Festival and found a latin jazz concert on Sunday evening.

The band led by Eddie Palmieri was totally worth it as we also get to check out the Esplanade. We were buzzed after the concert. Ken was hypnotised by the percussionist who was hitting the percussions with style. As for me, I wanted to kick off my shoes and dance the night away. Unfortunately, we were at the circle seats with minimal space at the aisle for us to strut our stuffs. I settled for the tapping of my fingers and feet. While the band was performing fantastic latin jazz, yours truly imagined herself actually enjoying the music under the stars by the beach somewhere in Brazil or Cuba, sipping cocktails and the occasional visit to the dance floor, being spinned around by my dance partner. Oh well, one can always dream. Told Ken later that the music reminded me of the scene of Mr & Mrs Smith when they were in Colombia and Ken said he was thinking of the same too.

Now, I am on the hunt for the CD of Eddie Palmieri and his music makes me want to take up salsa lessons. Salsa away!!!

the long and short of it...

It is Sunday night and for some of us, it may be the most dreadful night of the week because in a few hours, you will have to get up to go to work - that is for some of us who work nine to five, Mondays to Fridays. Sunday night will be even worse for those who don't enjoy their job and getting out of bed Monday morning will be a drag. Unfortunately, that is how I am feeling at the moment. I don't like writing about negative things in my blog but I needed to do this - one of the many ways to vent.

I have not been in this job for very long but from the beginning, I could sense that this may not be the right job. And I know for sure that I don't belong here. There are signs:

I can't seem to remember my extension number at work. Ok, so I don't call myself but you tend to remember you extension number after a month or so but I don't. I have to refer to my name card to get my extension number. I tend to forget to log on my phone at my desk (yes, we have the state of the art phone system that you are required to log on) every morning and wondered why everybody calls me on my mobile instead.

Then, there's off course making yourself comfortable at your desk by personalising it. The only decorative item I have on my desk is this tiny beanie bag which I rest my mobile phone on. Otherwise, my work desk is bare as the dessert.

In the past, when I answer the phone, I would say, "Company A. This is yours truly." Now, I just say, 'Hello." Announcing my company name before announcing my name just did not have a nice ring to it like it did in my previous jobs.

Months passed and I still refer to the company and the people in my organisation as 'They' instead of 'We'.

Sad really. I really like to make this work but things have just gone downhill since last November when I saw my first sighting of the tip of the iceberg. I tried to make the best of it but things have gone from bad to worse for me. I shall not dwell into the details of why I hate my job but let me just tell you that each night, I simply refuse to sleep because I don't want tomorrow to come. If I go to sleep, I don't want to wake up because I don't want to go to work. Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep. I practically drag myself out of bed every morning. I don't even want to dress up too nice because I don't want to associate the good outfit I was wearing to a bad day at work.

The days during the working week has become long and weekend would go by like a snap of a finger. I have long days and short nights, which makes me miserable. So yes, it is really that bad at work. I cannot put up with it at all but I trying my best to endure it... for now. No point complaining much about it. I am focusing all that negative energy into positive ones towards improving the situation. Not so much on improving the situation at work because nothing is going to change... if you get my drift.

Normally, you should only feel this way after a few years at work but alas, it is not the case of me with this job. Having a work and personal life balance is so difficult it seems. When I love my job, my personal life is crap. Now, my personal life is great but my work life is crap. You can never have everything now, can you? Oh well..

Talking about putting up, I chopped half of my tresses off my head today. I had enough of having the same length and style for the last few years. It was time for a revamp. The style is not new but it is certainly new to my head. I have not had my hair this length for years now and it is refreshing change. If only getting a refreshing change at work is as easy as getting a haircut.

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Short And Neat