the mother of all confusions

I find myself in Stabux despite my rest “order”. Email. Urgent. Drag self out of bed.

Clad in my I-hope-I-don’t-bump-into-anyone-I-know attire and I-feel-like-shit-and-I-refuse-to-look-at-anyone-in-the-eye mode, the barista nonetheless decided to be friendly. He commented that he noticed my friends and I haven’t been in there for quite some time already. I never thought our non-presence was actually realised, what more missed… Truth is MBA has banned Stabux as they have raised the price of his favourite green tea frap (really ke?), which in effect supports MBF’s anti anything Jew-related (which argument I find to be too remote but let’s not delve into the whole chain of causation topic right now).

Copious amount of things have been happening the past 2 weeks that I feel as if I’m drowning. Insanely good things, insanely unpleasant things, insane work hours, insane instructions, insane clients, insane sleep hours, ghastly information discovered by curiosity. One word sums it up. Insane.

The thing is, I was just doing my best to carry out the necessaries. But apparently little ole me i.e. the actual physical person cannot take it.

After almost one whole good hour of a combination of breathing into a bag, general examination and getting harangued about quality of life coupled with a sermon on the rules of the “ideal” lifestyle, I was ordered to take a lot of rest. To slow down. The doc made me feel as if I’m 70 yet still running (and winning) marathons. I was also advised to watch things that make me laugh (Ben Stiller/Jack Black movies?), go for a break (a bit too late to go off somewhere considering CNY holidays. Unless I decide to go camping.. but that is very unlikely to happen because I’d refuse to go anywhere without an actual toilet. Else I could try to sponge off a Rome trip from MBA? Wishful thinking. Even if the situation were reverse, I’d tell MBA to go fly a kite..) or do some fun stuff I enjoy (the simple answer of which would involve me buying many many pairs of beautiful shoes and cause damage to my financial revamping process which supposed to be already in gear, coupled with a headache in looking for storage to keep them new purchases. Both issues would ultimately cause me more stress).

Most importantly I don’t think the doc considered the fact that my tasks at work aren’t going to magically complete themselves (unless there are little elves up for hire which I don’t know about; because the mere mention of this particular file would make my colleagues shudder and cross their fingers and toes that it will never be assigned to them). Clients wouldn’t be very pleased if I take my own sweet time to draft, prepare and compile the voluminous documents needed, considering the catastrophe they’re faced with currently. There is only so much you can delegate when time is chief, facts are long-winded and worthy of being sleep inducer, and the complete documentation for the whole file is in no less than 6 storage boxes. The average run-of-the-mill file is about 20cm in thickness.

*sigh*

Note to self: must take Aldo spiked heel pointed black pumps with grommets back to the shop so they can expand the toe. Walking in them is murder. Confused about how to place feet and move legs in them. The 3.5 inch heel seemed a pretty good idea at time of purchase. Hopefully it still is.

Hypertension. Me?

Work, non-work issues are all happening concurrently. At this moment in time I am just so supremely confused about the current turn of events.

I stumbled upon something which differs very much from what I was adamantly informed to be the truth. Bugger!!!!!!! I feel like a fool.

Must re-prioritise life. Let’s do the resting bit first… Now where’s my other prescribed drug?