Work. Work. Work.
I feel so stressed that I can’t help but take few minutes off to ease and give myself a stop-thinking-reflex-your-muscle moment. Its brain draining, nerve wrecking, fingers flicking - click click.. and eyes hurting for the past few days. Yes it’s really and that really HECTIC (can you imagine it?).
I’ve been looking, nah - it’s staring (a much better word) and reading on the two monitors in front of me. It use to be an easy thing to do but as seeing 1,509 e-mails on queue, few times where chat queue rises on the shift and the demand to zero the queue or lessen them is like a peek on hell. It wasn’t easy jumping from one work load to another then adjusting your focus and doing report.
Whew! Wish this week is over. Wish Cheltenham is over.