I'm having a full weekend ahead. Will be celebrating KC's birthday and our one-year anniversary on Saturday, then lunch with Jac and Daniel on Sunday before sending them off to a performance, and 4 days later I'll be flying off to Taiwan...
But I am feeling no joy nor exhilaration.
I don't believe this!
This time last year, all was quiet on the office front. Now... pah. I shalt not whine.
How come 12 days in Taiwan don't add up to a vacation? Let's see. Besides spending more than a month to surf the internet for information and plan the nitty gritty exquisite details for each and every day... I have to submit and resubmit the itinerary to the council for approval. Since the whole troop consists of 2 grannies, 4 adults and a 6-year-old... I have to avoid bus rides more than 3 hours, long walks, long exposure to the sun/cold etc. Planning was hell. Nevermind. Now that everything is planned down to the smallest detail, I can sit back and enjoy my well-earned vacation. Guess again. Who's gonna keep track of time? Who's gonna direct the troop to bus stations and train stops? Who's bringing everyone to find chow and loos?
Vacation my foot. What a crummy lose-lose situation. I pay full fare. I do full research and work. My brains must have been full of shit when I agreed to shoulder this responsibility. Fuck.
Right now I just want pummel anyone who comes within a metre radius of my cubicle with a hammer and shove the whole Taiwan planning folder up the 6-year-old mom's ass.
But I am feeling no joy nor exhilaration.
I don't believe this!
This time last year, all was quiet on the office front. Now... pah. I shalt not whine.
How come 12 days in Taiwan don't add up to a vacation? Let's see. Besides spending more than a month to surf the internet for information and plan the nitty gritty exquisite details for each and every day... I have to submit and resubmit the itinerary to the council for approval. Since the whole troop consists of 2 grannies, 4 adults and a 6-year-old... I have to avoid bus rides more than 3 hours, long walks, long exposure to the sun/cold etc. Planning was hell. Nevermind. Now that everything is planned down to the smallest detail, I can sit back and enjoy my well-earned vacation. Guess again. Who's gonna keep track of time? Who's gonna direct the troop to bus stations and train stops? Who's bringing everyone to find chow and loos?
Vacation my foot. What a crummy lose-lose situation. I pay full fare. I do full research and work. My brains must have been full of shit when I agreed to shoulder this responsibility. Fuck.
Right now I just want pummel anyone who comes within a metre radius of my cubicle with a hammer and shove the whole Taiwan planning folder up the 6-year-old mom's ass.
3 comments:
you're a member of that online fan club thingy??? why oh why indeed loh.
i thought you hated daniel.
i'm not a member of that freakoramus prepubescent wailing kiddies club. i just cincai attach a link so people know which daniel i'm talking about.
i knew there was a plausible reason! ;)
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