April 21, 2007 (Fri) 

i arrived at the office 9:45 a.m today.  official work starts when the clock strikes 10:00.  part of my mornings in the office is making and taking a mug of coffee.  this is a daily routine, something i always do first. 

i made my coffee and drank it.  i set aside the mug on my table and get started. busy. very busy. i wasn’t able to go to the CR nor drink water, which i used to do every hour.

clock strikes 12.  i got my lunch box and ate my lunch while working still.  i finished lunch and set aside my lunch box and spoon right beside my mug.   i continued working.   in my mind, i was thinking i will grab a glass of water when the clock strikes 1:00pm. 

i kept working.  clock strikes 1:00 pm.  i was working still.  of course, we all should.  then clock strikes 3:00pm. breaktime. i wanted to grab my bars of “balance power” and perhaps, a mug of coffee or water.  i did that.  in my mind.  and then 6:00pm.  until it’s time to leave, i wasn’t able to get another drink nor did i get the chance to eat my blueberry bars. 

so, would you believe that i actually only had a single drink today in the office, and it’s that single mug of coffee before i started working?   and would you believe that the only time i stood up in the office is when it’s time for me to leave and go home?  please believe.  it’s true. yeah, and it’s another first time.

 this should somehow help you imagine just how busy i was today.

i survived with a single mug of liquid today.  and i never get to visit the comfort room.  can’t imagine how and why i let that happen.

ever did that?

Posted: April 22nd, 2007 under Work.
Comments: 5

in an environment where talking with someone is almost synonymous to committing a crime, i resorted to talking to myself.  whenever i am doing something work-related such as debugging a program, i talk to myself. unconsciously, i am doing this, till….

(1)  inside a client company, while i was talking to myself, my boss, looked at me, and frowned and wondered who i was talking to.  i was facing to no one except my laptop.  dear friend, then, told me of that when we left the office.

(2)  in a welcome party, held last friday, my japanese colleagues commented
officemate:   hitorigoto shite irun desu ne…
me:      e? hitorigoto wa nani?  (what’s hitorigoto)
officemate:   do to self.
me:     a, jibun to hanashite iru koto desu ka?  (a, you mean, talking with/to oneself?)
officemate:   sou, sou… (ya, ya)
me:     sou desu ne… shite imasu.  yoku shite imasu. (ya right, i do that. i do that very often.)

indeed.   indeed.  i have mastered that art.  unconsciously.  do you think they find me less than normal?  i hope not, for i am so used to doing it now.

Posted: February 26th, 2007 under Funny, Work.
Comments: 5