Coming up for air

Touched down last Wednesday morning at 3.30am, was back in office at 8.30am. And then it was work, work, workworkworkwork, go home at 1am, eat, shower, hit the bed, wake up, be back in office on Thursday morning at 8.30am, work, work, workworkworkwork, go home at 1am, eat shower, hit the bed, wake up, be back in office on Friday morning at 8.30am. Chat briefly with colleague about the death of the King of Pop. Wonder what’s the point of it all. Chat briefly with friend about parachute pants. Smile. Go back to work with smile on face. Go home at 12am, go back to work on Saturday.

Saturday was the dragon boat festival, but somehow I’ve managed to meld my project into the festival as my colleagues came down to the Marina Barrage. I drummed for one race, then we rushed off to the beach for the client’s event proper. I don’t even have any photos this year; anything I shot was for work. Saturday night, around 9pm, I sat down for a moment to see what was on TV, blinked, and pretty much fell asleep till Sunday morning.

Sunday morning, I turned my Mac off and was about to go out when I got a text from the office. My team needed something urgently. Less than a minute later, my room filled with the familiar chime of the Mac turning on.

Anyway, I would go into this week, but it would be repetitive, save for the “chat with friend about picking grapes in Spain” and “can’t help smiling” bits. And the part where my girlfriends keep asking when I’m gonna put up the pics. So here’s a post and a pic. I felt compelled to put it up because I would find it too depressing if I can’t take a few minutes away from work to upload a picture of a flying turtle.

Okay. Back to work.