A Penny of Mish-Mash Thoughts

Mad rush often ends with a feeling of discontent.

I'm beginning to have doubts whether an extremely hectic work life is necessary a good form of escapism. Perhaps it's just one too many incidents, but there are times when it just feels too stifling and dreary. Especially when one begins to get boss-phobia, and would rather hope that the phone will just not ring, or when one's supposed to be resting in bed, but ends up worrying that she would be asked back to work, whether she's well or not.

Tired. Can't help but recall an article I was reading (on Sunday, I think) about a lady giving up her high position to be a receptionist. Perhaps having a slacker job is not all that bad, at least you get your peace and quiet when you are really not well. But then, it's so not me to give up on money and the name huh?

I really wonder how a certain Mr Chan is. Haven't been hearing from him in a while. I think people tend to drop friends when they get older. You tend to have less patience with nonsense. Or maybe it's just me. I'm suddenly more enthusiastic about keeping my distance from certain people at work.