it has been about three months since i started work. the cold feet from the 'ohnoidbedoingthisfortherestofmylife' started in week two when i saw an old man with a whole head of silver hair shuffling along to the mrt crowd, trying to get on the escalator. i got over that, and then my life's been, well, still manageable so far. ive always been a very practical person, but lately ive been finding that hard to keep at. its strange how work is making me feel that work is just work (and nothing more, i must keep that in mind), and how my matteroffact attitude will probably kill my soul even before i strangle others (imaginary, of course) at work. so i breathe, and i take a little break to make tea. i listen to my ipod and i play Ruby Blue so i can dance around in my little head.
the little bits of joy i get from work are from listening to other people talk about themselves and their work. im glad for my china trip cos i get to meet people outside the office, and of course drink eat and get massaged;) talking to people helps me get a perspective i cant get from working in my little room. so im glad for that.
see if i think differently three months down the road;)
