Today
I was up before daybreak this morning.
Grandma called again.
She said the key to the door wouldn't work and that someone has changed the lock while she was sleeping last nite. Mum told her that uncle has changed the lock last weekend since she lost the keys. She couldn't remember and insisted that someone did change the lock last nite.
Mum was exasperated.
I could recall some times it gets to her so badly that she would wail and cry hysterically. I dunno how to describe it. Just a chilling sight you won't want to see.
And to make it worst, you'll find yourself helpless. Dunno what to do. Only thing is to stare at a screaming and wailing lady, standing by her bed and hitting the mattress with her arms. Cursing everyone to death in her wails.
But the problem never goes away.
Amidst her cries, she would then get changed and stormed off with her own set of spare keys to grandma's. All that was left, were speculations and imaginations. Who knows, the next moment she may decide not exist anymore? Scary.
It didn't happen this morning. But she was on the verge.
I offered to send her to grandma's, but she refused. Asked me to go on to the office and left the house. I hoped it was nothing serious.
My head started throbbing.
It is now a new disciplinary recourse that all sales personnel must all clock in once they reach the office.
Maryann looked tired these days. She was quick to guess my loss of vocals was attributed by durians. So clever.
The air doesn't seem right in the office today. Probably it's just me anyway.
Susan wore glasses instead of contacts. Everyone commented she looks like a school teacher. Tris was in a good mood. Chin was not.
I had wanted to postpone an appointment. Chin said go ahead. Only to realize that the person to see was on medical leave. That was a quick one for the Danzsales.
Doreen cleared Bern's desk this afternoon. Though with much reluctance and mumbling grumbles. Sorta miss this fren of mine. She must be having fun with Christine in Paris now.
Susan asked about the daily report upon my return. Poor thing. Eager to learn. I had no time to teach her how to go about it again today. Tomorrow then. The reports? By yours truly today.
While a battle of livelihood raged on in the office background, another virtual one was ongoing. So tired. The boss called for dinner. Bad timing to socialize or rather, good timing for time alone.
And I had forgotten to clock out.
Grandma called again.
She said the key to the door wouldn't work and that someone has changed the lock while she was sleeping last nite. Mum told her that uncle has changed the lock last weekend since she lost the keys. She couldn't remember and insisted that someone did change the lock last nite.
Mum was exasperated.
I could recall some times it gets to her so badly that she would wail and cry hysterically. I dunno how to describe it. Just a chilling sight you won't want to see.
And to make it worst, you'll find yourself helpless. Dunno what to do. Only thing is to stare at a screaming and wailing lady, standing by her bed and hitting the mattress with her arms. Cursing everyone to death in her wails.
But the problem never goes away.
Amidst her cries, she would then get changed and stormed off with her own set of spare keys to grandma's. All that was left, were speculations and imaginations. Who knows, the next moment she may decide not exist anymore? Scary.
It didn't happen this morning. But she was on the verge.
I offered to send her to grandma's, but she refused. Asked me to go on to the office and left the house. I hoped it was nothing serious.
My head started throbbing.
It is now a new disciplinary recourse that all sales personnel must all clock in once they reach the office.
Maryann looked tired these days. She was quick to guess my loss of vocals was attributed by durians. So clever.
The air doesn't seem right in the office today. Probably it's just me anyway.
Susan wore glasses instead of contacts. Everyone commented she looks like a school teacher. Tris was in a good mood. Chin was not.
I had wanted to postpone an appointment. Chin said go ahead. Only to realize that the person to see was on medical leave. That was a quick one for the Danzsales.
Doreen cleared Bern's desk this afternoon. Though with much reluctance and mumbling grumbles. Sorta miss this fren of mine. She must be having fun with Christine in Paris now.
Susan asked about the daily report upon my return. Poor thing. Eager to learn. I had no time to teach her how to go about it again today. Tomorrow then. The reports? By yours truly today.
While a battle of livelihood raged on in the office background, another virtual one was ongoing. So tired. The boss called for dinner. Bad timing to socialize or rather, good timing for time alone.
And I had forgotten to clock out.
