Work is getting really crazy. The maximum number of families I see a day is 4, which does not happen very often. Sometimes, 2 a day is enough to tire me out. By 11am today, however, I have seen 7. You do the maths.
And then there were the 3758 calls regarding the just-round-the-corner awareness project which I’m taking care of [loads of thanks to berriesngums for helping out with the calls], and the 71 mails waiting in my inbox, and things to buy and money to claim and people demanding immediate service to deal with… like what the Professor commented wryly, “…I hardly have time to think, let alone eat.”
By the end of this week, I’ll be running on fumes.
Speaking of eating, thanks to a one-second glimpse of PizzaHut’s Cheesie Bites Stuffed Crust pizza, I suddenly have an intense craving for it. So intense it’s almost scary. My stomach is craving for hokkien mee, and cheesie bites, and carrot cake, and cheesie bites, and cheesecake, and popiah, and cheesie bites, and Ben & Jerrys, and chocobloc cakes, and cheesie bites, and… Ok, I know I have a much bigger appetite than most females, but.
Just let me cry and don’t ask why I’m feeling so sad.
Just let me weep, I know I can’t sleep anyway.
Just let the tears fall, all defenses are down tonight.
Let me be alone, I can’t deal.
I cannot stop.. I cannot.. I…
C’est tellement mysterieux, le pays des larmes. Tomorrow will be a better day, please..
Who can truly say they hold a job they love? Despite all the stress [that has been causing me restless nights] and the often-emotionally-draining sessions, I love what I am doing. I love my job I love the people I love the kids and sometimes… I wish I could do more, more, more. But when days become breathless and nights become sleepless, I have to remind myself to slow down, because there’s no point chugging full-steam ahead only to be bogged down by my limitations to do what I want to do.
From a wonderful and really nice boss to my very witty and humourous colleagues, to the meaningful work we do, to the chances the big 4 gave me, who am I to complain about anything? I won’t, and I hope there will never reach a day where it comes down to that.
“Don’t pay me back, pay it forward,” I remember his words from a year ago, clearly, as though it was only just yesterday that he said it to me.
Tulip Hearts Day is a special day dedicated to applaud the courage and determination of children with cancer. Tulip signifies hope and celebration, and Hearts represent the love and generosity of all who cares. Together, we aim to communicate this hope and love to the children and their families.
If you happen to be out tomorrow, do stop and buy tulips from any CCF volunteers - all proceeds will go to Children’s Cancer Foundation. =)
This is a token of appreciation from us. It is to say thank you for everything you have done for us, and also as a gift because of Teachers’ Day. [pause] Even though you are not a teacher, she said with a slight smile.
*touched*
Due to the nature of work we do, we [especially the avies and the audies] often receive gifts from appreciative parents even though we constantly tell them not to spend their money on us but use it [wisely] on their children. When we mention we are not supposed to receive gifts in kind, the perishables [ cookies, chocolates, really-expensive-cakes etc..] start coming in instead. -_- Me, I think the best gift the parents could ever give us is good progress from their children.
On something unrelated - one ‘yes’ from me cost me $1,600. My heart [and ATM card] hurts because it’s a significant sum of money, but at the same time, I’m quite excited! Stay tuned for more news! Hur hur.
