Yah, great question to ask at 930pm on a Tuesday.
It doesn't help that I don't know, too. I always thought I'd go for the highflying career. Not that I don't want it now, but I want a balance somehow too. Funny huh, if you told me last time I'd be within smelling distance of SG / HK / Europe roadshows, I'd have killed kittens just to get that job.
And now, with great infrastructure, office Blackberry Bold, remote access, team secretary who does nothing but schedule your appointments and book your trips / hotels, a driver and car that anyone who needs it can actually use (and not being requisitioned by some self-important higher-ups sitting and idling all day like at the old office) all I can do lately is eat sleep shit walk talk think about the bloody deadline for the report, and it gets worse when everyday I see other people getting grilled about their reports and all I can think about is "just at least kill me fast and painlessly please".
Boss aku pun kira garang jugak. But I suppose you just need to do your job, and talk like you have some matter between your ears. So far, I've been coming through, short and relatively painless articles, hope it lasts.
But the poor secretary gets the brunt of it, he called to give her a piece of his mind for not booking a flight for one our teammates that day. She of course blamed it on the teammate, but methinks he wasn't too forgiving.
Amber: Wahh... so how??
Me: Kena BBQ la, how...
Frankly I think she could get all her jobs done if she left slightly later, and not at 530pm on the dot. Can you believe she actually got me to help one of the other PAs look for a report in the cupboards while she quickly finished some matters on the phone and packed her bag??!
Priorities. There are good, and bad. But you know, its all relative. Telling your mother sorry she needs to stop freaking out because you purposely choose a high-paying job and actually do think of leaving the country just so you can avoid hearing her self-righteous and hypocritical sermons on 'being happy with what you have' and 'don't be bitter', is one of the rather thoughtless priorities to have actually divulged to her itself. However, all's said and done.
Maybe your mother might actually see that she needs to fix herself first before trying to fix her daughter, who, despite acknowledging she's emotionally handicapped, at least found a better way to make other people's lives better - by making piles and piles of money so other people can chill in the future.
On that note, my prioriti numero uno is to find my mother a partner. Anybody looking for a neurotic but elegant looking, pretty but with no sense of direction, 55 year old who could probably make a good intellectual sparring partner but absolutely hopeless at everything else? Ie, the 55 year old version of me? (Minus the sense of direction part, I'm Chief Navigator of the friggin clan)
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