Current State Of Mind

Well, it's a little blank. I hope my future boss isn't reading this.

I suppose it's a 2-weeks-to-a-new-job feeling. I am still having work at work, handing over is taking longer than usual. There are 2 projects that are hanging in the proverbial balance, do or die, fly or fail, drunk milk or spilt milk. I am overstating the facts, of course, and for the benefit of the clients, all is well :) Haha.

I guess I am trying to hold off the inevitable mushiness. Yes I am going to miss the fruit that arrives twice a week. Yes I am going to miss the fact that there is dot Nap (Insiders will know. Send resumes to me to find out more.) Yes I will miss the fact the pantry is bigger than my room at home. Yes I will miss the silly conversations that happen in mid-travel between meeting room and work table. The view, my God, the view. See this ancient post as reference.

And yes I will miss the people. The people make any company, not any technology, not the politics, not the pantry. Well maybe the pantry. The people I work with are good at what they do, they help one another to give their clients the best, and they take the company forward. The people who don't make the company are best enjoyed with a pinch of salt, good dose of humour and sometimes at arm's length with a beer.

Sigh and smile.

Eat Some Salad You Fat Bastard

Go to the site, please! http://www.youfatbastard.com.au The video is hilarious! Can't question the Aussie sense of humour, eh mate.

Lessons

A cool way to learn old lessons. Mau for everyone.

Party Up In Ubi

After Arnold's, the entourage ventured to the newly formalised abode of June and Kok Leong (Remember them from this earlier posting?), a beautifully done up maisonette in Ubi.

The journey is half the enjoyment. We did City Plaza, DVDs, clothes and all; posed with a police car in the carpark; sang Sister Sledge's We Are Family to the wrong crowd; stopped at a obscure carpark to buy a carton of presents from a neighbourhood Minimart (why is the Heiny carton lighter than the Cberg carton?); speculated about old age having spied 4 elderly ladies and 1 elderly man hanging out; and made sharp turns to the right HDB carpark.

We crashed the party already in mid-big-makan. We were stuffed so we took the tour; raided the DVDs; and hung out in the space between the dining area and kitchen. We questioned the newly married couple about reno costs, espresso machines and neighbours. I was introduced to the coffee cup of all coffee cups - a silvered container that has a vacuum layer between inner and outer surfaces so that you can hold a cup of steaming coffee without the ouch. First chicken, now coffee cup. Amazing evening.

The silly antics and cuckoo conversation made it complete.