Flash fire


These are 5 am days and 1 am nights, and can only marvel at how my mother seems unaffected by the lack of sleep we’ve all been getting. how she does it I do not know, an to tell the truth I dunno if I want to know.

I’m stretched thin, and seriously exhausted to the point of delirium at nights, but I’m loving it! The rush, the scramble. That magic moment when it all clicks into place to turn out just right, and even if it doesn’t it still doesn’t fall too far short. Recently I have been cutting myself some slack, and telling myself it’s good enough for the situation. After friday I need to work on other elements of the business I have completely set aside and neglected.

Reminder to self: there’s two big deliverables due Monday : boat and berries and CPF!
Monday – boat people presentation am , antibacterial people 3pm, night to work on berries presentation, foreign berries delivery consolidation
Tuesday – berries people presentation, tie down w factory
Wednesday – organize schedule for offshore, staffing allocations, go offshore to indents
Thursday – price lists review & compilation
Friday – meet supervisors, tie down staff leave for dec. make arrangements for china.
Saturday – depart sg

see. I got carried away with scheduling when the whole point of me writing this is really that I usually consider myself quite old, comparing to the carefree Teenage years. But the truth is, I love this age. Of independence, of decisions, of self discipline, of responsibilities.

Not everyone is as fortunate to have such a supportive team of staff to pull similar hours, waking up at 5 am with you, to have their mums, ever ready behind them to support however support is needed even when you’re stressed out and unreasonably expect her to do 47 different things at the same time and their good old daddy who drives home in morning traffic to bring a box of my forgotten name cards telling you “it’s okay if (he is) late, as long as I am there when it begins”

This is now, and manic is when I am at my most productive.

Praise God for no stuffy noses and red eyes. Forgot my gastric meds the past few days, so I guess I have to do another 2 weeks from this point. Bah humbug.


Author: c

my world, out of your reach

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