Today was an excruciatingly unproductive day at work. We're pitching for a bank job and I had to think up a really elegant flyer to sweep 'em off their feet. (what the hell is elegant writing? are there more categories besides formal, informal and something-wittily-in-between?) I absolutely loathe doing bank stuff but Boss says we're going into that direction in the future. Dang! I didn't leave my auditor job to dive right back into term loans, mortgages, interest rates and whatchamacallits. So I procrastinated. Played Hearts on the computer while sneaking glances behind my back to see if Boss or the partner is tsk-tsking. And I stared at some samples from other banks for half an hour (per page) while willing myself to not doze off too apparently. I debated with my inner conscience whether to churn out some halfhearted junk before I go off or procrastinate more and hope Boss would forget about the flyer and the pitch. Hah.
She didn't forget. And I didn't produce halfhearted worthless reputation-destroying junk either. Somehow I received a blinding flash of 5-second-creativity and came up with a nice headline and supporting text. As Boss tried to visualise them text, I fled towards freedom. Let tomorrow worry about itself.
Tonight, at jam session, Daniel leapt on top of an amplifier and played his guitar there. I almost ate the mike.
Monday, November 01, 2004
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Can I come and watch this Christmas? :D
Grace: The more the merrier. Come, come! I don't know what your usual hair ritual is but I suspect I don't really wanna know. Fret not, though. My church doesn't ban anyone from coming in just because they have fluffy hair.
awesome!
i'll promise to at least have it washed then! ;)
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