Work work work

The day started with a miserable meeting with the US engineers. Just happened that the audio conference bridge wasn't working (which is rare) and on and off we were connected, then disconnected, back and forth. After dragging about 40 minutes, 5 of us were finally on the bridge, but I could barely hear the cross-site engineers. That didn't bother me much, as my project lead recorded all the ARs (Action-Requireds) and soon I was flooded with tons of work. I have no time for breakfast, no time to clean my mail box (and mails keep coming in), I haven't write my weekly report, and I was given even more works. I definitely understand that I was not paid to shake my legs and browse the net in the office. But I too miss my old 'profession' as a barista at a renowned coffee place. Reminiscing the days when I can meet all sorts of people behind the till, the exchanging of F&B knowledges over a cup of coffee, the inhale of the first batch of coffee aroma in the Colombia Shuttle, how I wish I can turn back the time. In this half a year time, I finally learnt that I am better in the service profession. The sad thing is, this company isn't paying enough for my qualification, and my mum had been nagging me to find a 'better' job (still depends on how to define the word 'better'), and I finally realised I couldn't hurt my parents that way any longer.
I wish I can be a chef all my life. I love cooking, I love to discuss food with my peers, I go internet (often) to hunt recipes for my own compilation, and I even cut out recipes from the papers and stick on my notebook. I have all the essential elements; passion, enthusiasm, interest.. just lack of a tinge of courage. I mentioned to my mum before, that I wish that I can take F&B as my profession in the future. The response that I got is an unfortunate negative. But do you know that Mother, that's what I am really looking forward?

Went to the nearby petshop with Beng the other day and saw a extremely cute toy poodle pup. 4 months old and extremely quiet for a pup, especially its species. He stared at me a lot and licked my fingers when i reached him (the shop owner warned me not to do that again). Such a cute thing, but I can't afford to bring him back at the moment. I did consider to own him, but I am afraid he will suffer after that cause I don't have much time to take good care of him. It was difficult to say goodbye, he watched me off. When I pass by the petshop everyday on my way back home, I remember his pair of eyes.

Had some arguments with a colleague lately and I think he spends too much of his time complaining and blaming on people. It's getting hard to get along with him, as I need to take care of his feeling too much. He is quite a bit more emotional than normal guys, and can be as sensitive as a gal. Actually he is a nice guy afterall, at least I think he is trustworthy. Just hope that one day he can live his life easier.

31st is coming very soon! It's Baskin Robbin day again! Me and Beng missed the last two 31st consecutively, we can't afford to miss another one. This time I gonna choose different flavour, and I guess Beng will just stick to his old Chocolate.

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