sick cat

And so, after hearing so much of gastric flu for the past 23 years, I finally had a taste of it.

Started off with feeling queasy at 1+am and thought I was just terribly tired and decided to go to bed super early (compared to my usual 5am). Tossed and turned and felt uber discomfort and had this weird urge to throw up. Went to the toilet and I did. This happened all the way till 6ish am where I repeated the cycle of throwing up while drifting in and out of sleep. The contraction in my stomach was the worst feeling ever. I thought I wasn't going to survive daybreak until the clinic opens. 

Extremely grateful that my dad brought me to the clinic and even more grateful that my dad's friend work in the clinic (we only found out after that). She helped me to jump ahead of 6 people which could potentially amount to 60 minutes. I seriously could have fainted at the doorsteps of the clinic by then. 

There's a lot of tablets to take but at least they were life-saving pills that stopped my puking immediately. It actually made my gastric felt abit better as well. I guess the nausea and dizziness will take some time to go away. Btw gastric flu is highly contagious, please stay away from me. SHOO!

& we begin again

And so, after 5 weeks, I bade farewell to the girls that I have come to work so closely with for the past weeks. My coffee kaki(s) who are equally or even more of an addict than I am; my OT buddies who slogged hard and well into the nights together for most days; my go home buddy who stays one street away from me. I must say that working life in the new environment has been a lot more bearable because of them. If not for them, I might not survive more than a week. (haha).

Despite the short stint, I must say that the transition in emotions, rationale and attitude from day 1 to present, has been an incredulous one. There were many moments of adapting, of wanting to strive harder, but more moments of self-doubts, and even more moments of uncertainty. And eventually, deciding to give them all up to stay true to myself. More than just the nice office setting, friendly working buddies, I have come to realise that having the support and understanding of your superior is more important than anything else in the world. The workload in any position in any organisation is relentless and more often than not, overwhelming. To be criticised and corrected in the workplaces is also something that I can understand. However, to be working for someone who does not know how to feel grateful for her team members that put in their everything and give snide remarks, is something that I cannot come to terms with. Hence, the decision.

And in spite of all the dramas and sagas for the past 5 weeks, I am still grateful for the exponentially-steep learning curve and immense exposure to the workings of the industry. From having first-hand as a waitress in the restaurant, to really diving into the bookings and selections of ad spaces and working with external vendors and seeking sponsorships on my own. And most of all, planning of an event from scratch on my own. It's a pity I won't get to see my own baby after all. But still, the experience of having done all of these in the past 5 weeks will serve to be good foundation for future challenges in time to come.

Thank you for all the good times, bad times, memories shared and friendship forged.
And now, moving on to another new chapter in life.
:)