Thursday, August 24, 2006

Locked Up and Damned Frazzled

I sometimes wonder why I do the thing I do.

It’s been almost a week now. My team and I, under management instruction have been asked to lock ourselves up in a place away from office to work on a project with a ridiculous deadline.

Most would have jumped at the opportunity to be at a resort out of town, with a golf course sprawling outside our window, a kidney shaped pool inviting us to take a plunge even if it’s just for 10 minutes. And jump we did at the offer and the prospect of it all – initially. A break from the drab old office.

So, we’ve been here since Monday. Frantically working towards our Friday deadline. Going into our little meeting room at eight a.m and coming out only at 2-3a.m the next day, slotting in a few hours of sleep in between. Haven’t even stepped a toe into the swimming pool, let alone have a nice quiet soak in the tub in the room. I haven’t seen the world outside eversince we stepped in and have no idea what’s happened to the rest of the world. Errrr..Siti dah mengandung belum?

Management has been great though. They made sure that we'd get stuffed silly here with coffee breaks planned for us every other hour with trays of pastries and what not wheeled into our little work-room and unlimited access to whatever we want to eat. Not good, not good, especially for someone who’s supposed to be on a drop-dead-serious diet like moi. Tapi sebab dah stress kan, sumbat aje lah. Balik nanti baru piker pasal buns yang dah kembang ni.

Lantak.

On the bright side, N has been nice enough to get a room for the boys so that the mommy doesn’t feel so guilty to leave her boys hangin' dry at home during the school holiday season. So, I get my little hugs and kisses from the kids whenever the pass by to go to the pool (which is like ALL THE TIME!)accompanied by their MakTok and Atok who as always, are always there to give me their support (love ya!) and occassionally a few members of our clan yang tumpang semangkok nak berendam kat dalam pool. The last time I saw them they looked so tanned I could hardly recognize them!! And at least I get to give them their “good-night” kisses before I sleep and see them first thing in the morning before I start the day. So – GOD Bless My Lovely Bald (Sexy) N.
It is now Friday, and we should already be out of here, but clients being clients decided to give us a wee little extension at the eleventh hour and I’m not happy. Extensions come with extra demands from the bosses, and just when we were beginning to wrap up and go YAAAAHOOOOOO and see the light of the weekend, it now seems very dark again. It’s hard to keep the team’s momentum going when we’re just so drained; and when I am this close to losing whatever sanity I have left in me. Everynight I as i doze off to blissful Lala Land I scold myself silly for doing what I do. But Alhamdulillah, the guys I work with are fantastic, so my job is made easier. So, looks like, our lock up here is extended for another couple of days and may God strike lightening on those who plan to give us another extension (jahatnya aku), cos I so don’t want the comforts of this hotel anymore, I so just want to throw my laptop down a cliff somewhere and sleep in my little comfy no- star bed at home sweet home.

Like I said, I wonder why I do the thing I do. It just get’s worse. Not only am I on a longer lock-up and extra frazzled..looking at myself in the mirror today, it it is an undeniable fact, that I am a few kilos FATTER!

Aaaaaaaarrrrggghhh!

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Paip Air Mata

I've turned into a wuss - big time.
Hari ini dalam sejarah - It was the day I was to confirm Abang's entry into Standard One. A form filling event which should have been without drama, but saw me wetting the "Borang Tanda Nama" (Name Tag Form) at the school office with my tears.. Tried to hide em..but it was, apparently obvious, that the school clerk asked me, if I was ok and even handed me a Kleenex.
So, now he is registered in Kelas Satu Wawasan and shall soon be wearing a tie to school and a name tag proudly bearing his name. My baby who is already giddy with excitement asking me how much he needs to get a nasi lemak at the school canteen, "cos big guys who go to big schools don't bring chicken nuggets to school in the school bags, mama."
Waaaaaargggghhh..is it so wrong that I still want him in diapers, curling on my lap every night to sleep telling me that he loves me "one hundred million thousand fifty dollars (banyak eh?)-in the whole wide world-dot com dot my (i dont know where he got that from)-forever and ever", and never grows up??
I tell ya, I am a wuss.
Nazrah, look who's the paip air mata now?