Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Life

I wake up and the urge hits me again. The unbearable urge to pack a bag, call in sick for a month and flee. I readjust my face and bury it into the pillow and remember that i love my job, love my life really and should get up and start my day. I remove my hair from my face and remember once again that i moved back by choice, that it's a trade off and i head off to work.

I do this every day, for four and a half months now i've done this almost every day.

Is crying in the middle of a meeting from the stress a sign that maybe i don't belong in this managerial place and was more at home shopping in the cote d'azur and downing espresso's all day?

6 comments:

Insomniac said...

take some time off if possible..

Insomniac said...

oh yeah, and love the new template:)

Maxxed`ouT said...

هاها
ماهو ماكانش عاجبك
البنى آدم ده مايملاش عينه غير التراب

طب بقولك ايه
:P

FreudianSlip said...

i can totally relate. so much so that i've decided to pack up and move back. bala neela. seriously!

N said...

woow.. enty ray7a fein?

Will E. said...

crying in the middle of a meeting is not so bad, the best people in the business do it.