I need to rant.
My head is hurting. I know I need a lolly but I can't. I can't go out either because there's a little something going on during lunch in the vacinity.
There is a large number of documents strewn all over my small table. Left, right, behind. I guess it makes a difference when you don't have a partition over your table. Let me have this in segments.
1. Check on outstanding work.
2. Stationery order.
3. Refining of appointments.
4. Travel / Training.
5. The things to be updated.
6. The things to be filed.
7. The things to be rearranged.
Ugh. It doesn't seem to be able to help me. But I sure do know that it beats from being written down by hand! Why do I suddenly feel like I'm in sorrow? [sigh] I dunno la... Maybe it's PMS.
Good luck to Encik Black. His whole week will surely be an interesting one then.