Today wasn’t a particularly unusual day, but it was a good one. Which is a rare occasion these days. I got to work a little bit late from a traffic jam that was worse than usual, but that didn’t affect my mood, strangely. I’m usually very annoyed when I am late to anywhere official. I like to reach 15 minutes earlier if possible. But when I’ve been leaving for work between 7.45 to 8.00 for a job that starts at 9.00, I refuse to sacrifice any more of my time beyond that. (At least not yet.)
So I got to my desk and relaxed a bit ‘cos I have no work at that moment. I thought it would be a relaxing day like yesterday (I don’t have much work right now) – I managed to finish reading a book. At about ten in the morning, the boss beckoned me and gave something to do. There goes my relaxing moments… Did my job non-stop, when my other boss called me. He asked me to join him for lunch with our clients whose magazine I was assigned to help my boss produce.
I still hadn’t managed to complete the job at hand when the other boss told me it was time to leave for lunch. I haven’t even gone to the toilet! Luckily I prepared my bag and the documents I wanted to bring along earlier, so I dashed off for lunch. It was worth it, since I had a very juicy charbroiled fish fillet with raw veggies and slightly salty fries. I drizzled lime over my fish and had the waiter put lots of pepper on it. Tasted awesome with the mayo – or is it tartar sauce? I polished my plate clean.
And yes, I had yet to relieve myself at the toilet until then because I was too shy to call attention to myself. Despite enjoying the meal, I felt quite nervous having lunch with my boss and the clients. Luckily, the clients and my boss are friends, so they managed the conversation quite well without me. I was quite quiet to begin with, but then I discovered the clients live in the same neighbourhood as me so I managed to open my mouth for quite a bit, discussing community news with them and my boss.
I held on to my pee for over two hours until I reached back to the office and whirlwinded to the toilet. Ahhh, bliss… But once I got back to my table, it was filled with the work I was waiting for in the morning during my relaxing moments. And I still had yet to finish the work my boss gave. It’s always like this, isn’t it? When you want some work, you get none. And when you need a breather, the work piles up on your desk and you would have no peace of mind to relax until you get those papers out of your sight.
So I hurried to complete my work, which is obviously a bad thing but I never seem to learn that lesson because when you hurry you make mistakes. I missed out on simple typos which my boss pointed out when he checked them. That’s the thing about my job – I’m never really given a proper deadline except ASAP. And to me, those words are scary because it sounds as if I’m late, which is why I scurry to finish my work and hand in shoddy ones because of my anxiousness of doing it ASAP.
Anyway, they weren’t big mistakes and so I shrugged them off and passed to my colleague who is in charge of making the amendments, while I complete the rest of the work. Non-stop working till about after 5.00 when I finished all my work and passed over to colleagues. Managed to relaxed a bit and replied a Facebook message which reads more like what pen pals would write to each other (and that is another post entirely and an interesting one!). And then it was time to go home! Woo hoo…
Got stuck in the traffic as usual, but some parts of the journey which occasionally is jammed up but is not today, so it was not too bad a day, traffic-wise. Reached home, had dinner, walked to the shops near my home to post a postcard, then went back to take a bath.
Was in my room – my beautiful room *ahem* listening to the radio when the deejays were announcing that it was time to give them a call for some contest. For the most part I have been in a pretty good mood, and when I in that zone I do things I would normally not do. Like call the radio station, even though I know I won’t be the lucky seventh caller.
And hey, what do you know? I was the lucky seventh caller. I almost didn’t get the answer right but I did in the end and won RM100. About USD$30, maybe? Peanuts in the US, perhaps, but it’s enough for two people to have dinner in a place like TGI Friday’s here, which I mentioned in the call that I would treat a friend to dinner if I won the money.
After the call was over (in which I said a lot of rubbish), I frantically called Angel on her cell because I know she’d want to hear me on radio, especially since the friend I would treat to dinner as said on the radio was referring specifically to her because we are going out this Friday. (Before my road trip!) She was not answering her phone, dammit. I called like half a dozen times. I even called her house number but she wasn’t home and would I please call back in ten minutes. But by then I wouldn’t be heard on radio anymore!
I didn’t want to hear myself on radio because of all the rubbish I spewed, but since Angel couldn’t hear on my behalf, I listened to myself. Thank goodness they edited the nonsense, but I didn’t sound like myself at all! For one, I said things I would normally never say (“You’re the lucky seventh caller!” – “Yay! I’m jumping for joy!” That was supposed to be ironic but it didn’t come off like that!) and two, when I’m on the phone with strangers I usually lower my tone. But on the radio I sounded… I wouldn’t say squeakier, but it just didn’t sound like me, I felt. Maybe what I hear as my voice isn’t what people hear as my voice? I don’t know. Oh and for three, I was laughing and giggling at every other sentence. Sigh… witty you are not, sulz.
So after they aired me on the radio, of course Angel finally decided to call me back. I went, “Why didn’t you pick up your phone??” and she went, “Sorry lah, I went to the shop and forgot to take my phone. What’s up lah?” and I went, “I won RM100 from XX radio station! I was just on air and you missed it!” but she went, “I was in the car just now! I heard you! “Jumping for joy”, right??”
And how we laughed and laughed.
If you’re wondering where is the TMI part, here it is: the entire time I was in my room and I called the radio station and won the RM100 and called Angel, I was stark naked.