Rushing press release(s).
Getting slammed by the Comms HQ.
Relying very much on the men around me for information.
Sparring partner in my fellow intern from NUS.
Knowing that boys will be boys and that they are mostly driven by LAN, Football or Porn - well one of those.
It's crazy mad tiring.
back-to-back merry-go-round meetings that sometimes DO NOT solve problems.
9am deadlines, gmail chat evolving from fun to work.
Twittering non-stop, twittering on post-it notes (HAHA).
I need to sit down and organise my thoughts.
Work has served its 2 primary purposes -
1. Pulling me back into professional life, links with the industry at the very least.
2. Keeping my thoughts focus on work, not emotions.
My books sit quietly at homes/in my bag, untouched as I moved through the crazy morning crowd.
Note to self: IT IS JUST DAY 3
Super massive blackhole indeed.
