12 hour days

I've been working 12 hr days for the past few workdays. I start at about 9 in the morning, and typically stay till 9 in the evening. Time passes so fast at work I barely have time to think about other stuff. The calls keep coming, and the calls keep going out.

At times I ask myself why I'm working so hard, but there are also times when I feel that everything is worth it. When I'm occupied, I don't have to think so much.

I've settled into my new job much quicker than I would have expected. My colleagues are nice, I like the work environment, in particular my seat, which gives me a brilliant view of Raffles Place and Marina Bay. It's a huge stress reliever just by looking out of the window.

There's a nice team structure, the incentive plan takes care of that. We help each other out and minimise the politics. It's the team against the world, and that's the kind of working environment I like.

The only flipside is that I have even lesser 'me' time and not to mention any social life at all. It's non-stop action once I step into office, and even for lunch, I don't dare to arrange with friends cos we have to stagger our lunch to ensure there's always people manning the phone lines. Sometimes we are so busy that we don't even feel hungry.

Once the clock hits 5pm, time passes super fast. Without knowing it, our 'boy' (the part-time assistant) is taking orders for dinner, and it's delivered to us. We have dinner and continue to call... until 9pm and beyond.

Then it's one last call to Comfort for a cosy ride home.