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PMS and its Effects at Work

I think I've almost forgotten what I usually would do when I am stressed. Not that I am not stressed throughout all these times. But I've been managing it alright or more like, didn't have the time to start writing in my blog. My worklife is going by in such a whirlwind and sometimes it just makes me want to go insane and blow up. I was actually quite happy that I managed to have control over it but today... oh today... today I actually had a slight bickering with someone at work.

I think I just came to a point where I couldn't take the bullshit. But at least it wasn't a huge arse deal. Could be I'm going through PMS. haha!

Anyways, after I tried talking to friends at work about my frustrations and also after I tried to do things that are de-stressing (i.e. go for lunch with colleagues), I think I still needed an additional outlet to get myself out of this funk. So imagine how grateful I am that I could express myself here. Yayy!!

I have been travelling up and down from KL to the South quite a bit lately. This month alone I have gone to the South almost every week! This Friday am heading over there again and the travel is taking a huge toll on my body and immune system. Not to mention my tolerance for bullshit. haha! I've been working like an alcoholic... oppss... I mean WORKaholic lately too. Long hours and weekends plus the travelling... WHOA... it was exhillirating but man, oh, man... the exhaustion is tremendous!

Most of the time after the rollercoaster, all I want to do is have some time off. But since January ended until now, it has NOT stopped or slowed down. Oh, not to mention that I still haven't had any "rest" since I began working in October last year except that one time I had severe cramps. So I am totally over the moon when my boss told me that this coming Monday, to end my February 2011, I will be given a day off from work. YAYY!!!

Well, whatever it is am hoping this week...END will be great coz seriously, I don't know how much more crap I could tolerate without a good time to anaesthesise the coming challenges of work.

Don't get me wrong though!! I am happy where I am now. :)


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