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The Chronicles Of Mummy Liew
. . . . .When silliness overthrows routine. . . . .


Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Something sucky happened at work yesterday, my fault... and i was feeling guilty all the way from morning till late evening...

Then this morning, I realised I did something wrong again. Another mistake at work.
Boss din scolded me, but talked to me in a very nice manner. she asked if anything was wrong at home (so causes me to lose concentration at work), and i teared. I was overwhelmed with guilt. Cos I knew she had high expectations for me, and I seldom make mistakes, and she trusted me to do my work well.

But i cocked up the tasks I was supposed to do. The fact that she din scold me made me even more guilty.

i knew it was unprofessional to cry during work, and I dun want people to think i used my tears to act pathetic.

I could not eat my lunch. i thought long and hard during my break.

Why did i commit such careless mistakes? The things i do were done repeatedly everyday, yet i fucked up.

A said boss talked to her in private after she knew of my mistakes. She asked her the same thing, if i was facing problems at home. She told boss that it might be due to Lincoln's illness and such. A said boss was understanding and din say anything nasty.

I asked myself. is it really because of Lincoln? I dun think wad happen to him is a direct cause of my carelessness. I cannot put the blame on him, it is hardly a good excuse.

I therefore concluded:

This place was not for me anymore.

Things were getting mundane and i want to break out of my comfort zone.

I was getting slack in my work because i overestimated myself; i thought i could do things with my eyes closed.

Question next: Do i have what it takes to find a greener pasture?

Brain freezed @
3:36 PM