It's been a while...

Work's been keeping me so busy, I've forgotten how to blog. The past month's been full of back-to-back jobbies that will take a toll on our health in years to come, and we're probably on our way to an early death... we've been clocking 20hrs every day for the last 3 1/2 weeks. That's right; 4am to bed and back to work at 9:30am. And just when we thought everything's completed and we can take a day off - we get summoned back to work, for revisions that really could have waited another day.

It's come to a point where I worry about not being in the office to attend to calls and emails (even though I'm on the blackberry!). When it's a day off, I wonder why I'm not getting calls at 9:30am in the morning (if I'm not getting calls at 9:30am in the morning). I want to sleep in and wake up at 11am, but I'm up by 9:30am (just in case the client calls). I'm paranoid, that's what I am. When we go on a holiday, I worry about not constantly having WiFi connections.

I've forgotten how to stop and smell the roses. And weekends have become so precious and rare. It's made me treasure what little me-time I have for myself (and all the 1001 things I wanna do - make more purses, pick up a new skill, bake that cupcake-in-a-cup cake, keep up with the latest hollywood gossips, read the online papers, scrub the floors with Mr Muscle, listen to Cici & Shaun, watch makeup tutorials on YouTube, watch hair tutorials on YouTube, catch up on Glee, catch up on The Desperate Housewives, catch up on Modern Family... I could go on and on and on...)

So for those of you who gets a weekend, gets to go on a holiday every 6 mths, and still want to complain about your job/life, you ought to be shot. Cos on my side of the planet, every weekend that I don't have to work, is like a freaking holiday to me. And I love it.

Looks like I didn't really forget (how to blog) afterall.

Oh, in case you're wondering, I don't hate my job. It just means I'm getting more money to buy that rejuvenating eye cream that's supposedly a killer for those eyebags, or that v-shaping moisturizer that's supposed to take inches off your face! Hell, I love my job!