Preparing for war

Tonight we went to Itacho at Ion for dinner - my favourite Japanese restaurant in Singapore.

It's so insanely awesome I could just die. Well, no, not really. But you get the drift, really quite the bomb.

The horrible part is that we waited in line for close to an hour before getting seats. It used to be bad. Now it's disgusting. I solemnly swear to myself to stop telling people about it. I'm just hurting myself, and my tummy.

If anyone asks, "Itacho? Bah. Go to Sushi Tei instead. Much better value for money."

I'll go on a one-woman crusade to smear their good name all over the web. Won't make much of a difference anyway, aside from deterring the late bloomers who haven't yet discovered the place - early bird gets the worm and there's just no more room to accommodate late bloomers.

Anyway, the boyfriend took me there, on the pretext that he owed me an Itacho meal because he made me miss the last time when my family went.

But secretly I think it's because he knows I had a horrible start to the day at work and was trying to do something nice. Or maybe it's coz he just got himself a new job and wanted to celebrate. Either way, it works out.

The food was yummy, and I'm a happy bunny.

After dinner, we hung around for a bit trying to get a cab. As we were about the head up the escalators, I heard the siren call of Marks n' Spencer. Now I don't typically shop at Marks n' Spencer. Not sure why, it's just never seemed that natural to me to buy food there.

But today, it was like a my tummy had a mind of its own and lead me through the gleaming glass doors. I walked down aisle after aisle of food, picking up more than I intended to.

What can I say.

I never could resist a 'get the second one at half price' or 'two for the price of xxx' type of offers.

The huge bag of groceries I walked out with reminded me of only one thing.

We're preparing for war and now, thanks to my weakness for junk for offers, at least we have rations.

If I resent not having time to run now, just wait till September comes.

Somebody wake me up, when September ends.

Just keep swimming

It's only my 3rd day of work, but already I feel like I've been there forever. In a tired kind of way.

Day 1 I was able to leave at about 640pm.

Day 2 I left at 930pm.

Day 3 I left at 830pm.

There's so much going on at the moment and I'm just trying to wrap my head around it all, whilst proving my worth - which is extremely hard when you're unable to value-add in meetings because you don't have sufficient background.

Everything I do, it takes me twice as long because I haven't gotten accustomed to the acronyms (there are like 10 million), the names of the clients (who does what), the various stakeholders and the campaign itself.

So for now, I'm still floundering, trying to find my way.

But I will say this. I like what I know of the place, the work and the clients so far.

Another bum off the street

I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I'm so excited to be going to work on Monday !

I'm sure in a couple of months I'm going to be moaning about the weekly grind, but for now, I'm excited.

I was without a job for about 2 and a half months, and I remember thinking at some desperate point that a career-switch would be good or me. I thought I'd be happy as a digit who shopped at G2000.

Turns out, I wasn't. And thankfully, the universe thought so as well.

I am a fluffy person, and I belong in this fluffy world of greys. It's where I'm comfortable, and where I enjoy being.

"Hello Monday!"

Is it time for a KitKat break ?

I've been trying to take it easy the whole week, telling myself that I needn't and shouldn't be up till all hours scrambling to apply for all sorts of jobs that I might or might not enjoy.

I think the only jobs I haven't actually applied for yet, are those in advertising, but I sense it's just a matter of time.

I know I shouldn't, not just yet anyway, but I can't help it.

I don't like not knowing what I'm doing next, and the thought of taking a break - well to be honest, kind of freaks me out. Even though a 'break' is what I pine for endlessly when I'm at work.

I guess it's true what they say, the grass is always greener on the other side.

But anyway, I'm trying to exercise some self control and not get myself locked into another job that I might potentially hate, 3 months down the road. I think it's something to do with the thrill of the job hunt, getting that call back, going down for the interview and being told that you've been picked, over all others that have also gone through the same process.

Maybe it's just me, but once I submit an application for a job - even if it's one that I don't necessarily think is quite me - all of a sudden, it turns into the most desirable job in the world and I just want to be picked. Sounds like school all over again doesn't it, nobody wants to be the last kid left standing when all others have been picked to join teams.

Picking up a third language is something I've always wanted to do, and I know if I don't do it now, I probably never will.

Now all I need to do is convince and remind myself that not working for the next few months isn't all that bad if I don't manage to find something that I really want to do.

Yup yup yup.

Crazy hours

The past month or so, I've been working crazy, erratic hours at work. I've been leaving past 10pm most nights and by the time I get home, I'm always out for the count.

Surely that's no way to live ?

So today, I decided to start a new routine.

In to work by 8am (or 815 - give or take a little), and out no later than 7pm.

It's only day 1, but I felt tonnes better than I have in a long time.

The peace and quiet when you get in bright and early - before the rest of the crowd, before the torrent of emails start flooding in (and another day of crisis management) - is great.

I'm lovin' it (the Maccas way).