Never say never

So, I was talking to my colleagues on how it is almost impossible for me to work from home. That I needed a proper office set up to work productively and for the work mood to set in.

And then, my boss puts a bomb on my head that he needs me to support the EMEA team by supporting the Middle East region. Which means my work time would follow the EMEA team working hours. Which means I would be working remotely from home.

The temporary 3 months lasted for 9 long months.

Yeah, laugh at me. Thanks, Murphy and you too Karma.

Though I was grumbling very often and was least happy, it actually did some good to me. I had lots of time to reflect on me and my life.

After the morning rush, I was actually all alone at home. At one point, I was even jogging at  a park near my house. Where I lost my car keys after it fell off my back pocket. And for a cute guy to hand it over to me. Maybe, I should write a post on that later.

Left to my own device to do my thing before it was time to log in to work, I used this time to get groceries or buy lunch for me. Even prep for dinner which I cooked like a headless chicken during my break time. The TV was usually on while I work except when there are conference calls.

The drawback was, I was a full time house and a working mother simultaneously. There was no segregation of time between these two roles. It took me awhile to eventually find my footing. And I hated to be working and not spending idle time with my family when they were back from school or work. That sucked big time for me.

It also meant my evenings are occupied with work. I just can’t make any major plans like going for a leisurely dinners or even to the movies on a Friday night.

That part of life sucked really.




The Inevitable

I am may be without a job next year. If I do not accept another role. CV has been updated in preparation. Not so sure what is going to happen.

Major restructuring is happening within the organization. The core being my department. As usual, everyone is being mum. Speculations and misinformation are all over. It is a challenge not to take interest in these.

The irony is, I was selected for a global leadership program as recognition for my leadership. And now, I could possibly be laid off. It is a big uncertain possibility, but one that  lingers around.

The thought of preparing the CV itself was intimidating. I had to do what I had to do. Once I started, I got the hang of it. Even started enjoy doing it if I may say so. I was reminiscing the jobs and roles that I used to do. A replay of memories of those years just came rushing like a breath of fresh air.

I have come a long way. And I am grateful for that.


12 hours on average

It was madness all over the last couple of months. I was given a region level project where I had 3 sub managers under me. This, in parallel to my day to day role. I was clocking in on average 12 hours a day. Sometimes more. Leaving the office between 8.30pm to 9pm was the norm. I was even working from home and even during weekends.

The key stakeholders all had their own agendas. The project time line was incredibly a short. Where a similar sub projects were standalone and were given 3 months each. Here, I had 4 projects, all running in parallel and was given a timeline of 2 months.

The sub project teams were about to be mobilized to each countries when an announcement from the region put a stop to the project.

With that, I got my life back with a mentally and physically self and body.

I am gradually picking up pace but not as fast as I expected. One slow step at a time. From absolute zero cooking, I have progressed to somewhat cooking.

The weekends are such a pain in the ass as it consists of laundry and ironing. I hate ironing. Period.

While I am generally all calm and serene at work, I became the worst of the wicked ratchasi back at home then I normally am. The husband was bearing the most of my bad moods and the lil ones equally had their share from time to time.

The early period didn’t quite help the situation at home.

Things are getting better…albeit slowly.

Dealing with envy

I was promoted at the expense of a senior staff. She spread a lot of lies and half baked stories on how I presumedly double crossed her. Till today, she is a struggling executive. She was asked never to step foot again at a unit after the scandalous outcome of her work. It has never occurred to her that she missed the golden opportunity because of her own doing. I was at the mercy of one of her friends who didn’t look at my work or ethics. Her behaviour towards me was solely based on the senior staff’s ‘story’ about me. Needless to say, it was one of my worst work experience. The same person now acknowledges my work by offering me join her team.

Then there were another two who passed remarks that the role was merely named managerial as it involves meeting customers. Bear in mind that one of them was my fellow same grade workmate but in another department. One had been demoted since and was caught saying that without the strong presence of my team, it’s difficult to manage the business. The other, is silently acknowledging my then department’s role.

The last one, well…well…well…had a good time telling all & sundry that my department was weak. Fast forward now, even after the closure, my team is the much sought after one. She was asked to take up VSS and is no longer with the organisation as she was deemed to be incompetent for the new challenges in progress for the organisation.

And these were the not so good work experiences that I went through.

February oh February!

Or is it the reflection of the whole freakin year! Talking about the year, it feels like an extension of the past one. It has yet to give out the vibe of a new year. Till now. And we have completed the whole month of January going on February. And yet…

I am tired. Mentally tired. The freakin project that I am managing now has additional issues to be resolved. I have people poking their noses into matters that doesn’t concern them. I have a time plan to follow. And I am nowhere near the mid point due to the additional tasks to do.

At home, I don’t get me time. It has been months since I read a book. I started on Gandhi’s bio and it’s 1/3 read. I want to read but I get distracted by my phone. I just want to curl up and watch a movie or something without getting worried about an unmopped floor. Once I have done my weekly cleaning, I am at peace. Cleaning is therapeutic.

Children walking/running about when I am cleaning is not so therapeutic. That’s when I get annoyed with hubby who is then oblivious to the running/fighting children. He would be fiddling his phone. Which is ok for him to so do. Which is not ok when it comes to me.

And that’s how we come close to killing each other with words. *angry*

Oh ya, I am organizing my very own blogathon for myself, if you hadn’t notice! *wink*


From handwriting to junior staff

Handwriting: I am on a mission to improve my handwriting.

Typing: I can type real fast & without looking at the keyboard too.

Movies: I am on a roll.

News:I make it a point to read the news everyday before noon. So far so good. From a newspaper junkie to nothing. Now to something. Most of the news were obtained either on Facebook or Twitter.

Makeup: whenever I leave the house, with exception to work.

Slippers no more. Sandals only.

Junior Staff: They are only too happy to handover their tasks and limit themselves of growth. Say when asked to write ‘apple’, they write it down as ehPaL. Complete no regard for correct spelling or capital letters. As long as it sounds like apple, they congratulate themselves for completing the task of writing it down. It’s even more disappointing though they may be junior staff, they are certainly not young.