Mind of a fickle

If I join tweeter, this would be a standard tweet for me : I want to go home!!! Sad but true. I just don't have the energy and drive to work these past few days. Must be PMSing. I am getting old. Body aches here and there. And, I want to sleep, scrap and not think about work. Ha! All I can think about is food. What's worst this week is that my "inspiration" to wake up doesn't have school! He! So, it's really doubly hard. Though as soon as I got out from the bathroom, I would wake them up by throwing pillows at them. Yeah. Please don't go to child services hihihi my girls love pillow fights!

Errrr Bebi A thinks that she can read. Armed with her book, she asked us if we want her to read her book --- aloud! Indulge is what we'll do. ("She is so bored...") Until Pre told her off. You're not reading, you just memorized it! Kill joy! She was so cute nevertheless.

And so I came to work with heavy heart. That's what I've been feeling since Saturday (I worked last Saturday though at home but it was one of the painful experiences I've had to date). Well, last Wednesday, it was like Murphy's law all over again, nothing seemed to be going right. The previous night I sent 2 emails to my colleague in Austin not to send the notification yet (an email will be sent to all employees with the implementation of my project) because my boss wanted me to modify the text. So, I felt confident since I sent 2 right? Not reading 1 will be forgivable but not reading 2 will be utter and complete horror. Anyway, when I woke up on Wednesday, I quickly checked my phone for my email (darn that phone! no no no I love my phone!) And there it was the email that was not supposed to be sent. So imagine my pain, and I'm sure my boss will not be very happy. That notification was sent back and forth for revision for 2 weeks! Because he wanted somethin...