Four Hours to Kill Forty Eight Hours

Forty eight hours of happiness and that satisfying feeling and all it took was one morning of four hours to spoil it all.

Sunday was an awesome day. Woke up at six am, completed two songs for my album in the studio, went and played squash with my boss, went to gym for an hour and a half afterwards and finally I made it to double A's first year anniversary with his wife. Of course, I met those I want to meet and I met those who I don't even want to waste of my breath on. It was also nice to see this girl who I used to have a huge crush on back when I started to know double A's wife. After the party, double A's wife was saying something about a teddy bear and I was wondering whatever she meant by that until we parked our car at this spot and walked down to a house. In front of the house was this 3 foot tall bear, yes a bear that we would see in a zoo, but god, he was so tamed and so cute. Double A's wife fed him left over french fries from their anniversary. I was amazed at how Burmese has more varieties in animals you could keep as pets.

So, this morning, Monday morning, I got to work and things just turned bad one by one, which kinda acumulated to me being a bit of a sulker.

1. My boss asked me for the participants' list from one of our meetings. It so happened that I was not the one in charge of it but since I was the minute taker then, I should've taken care of that. So, it was not like my boss wasn't happy but she chucked a "you should" tone on me, which, to my sensitive soul, was like a needle to a balloon.
2. Craig came online. Actually, I read his email. He broke our deal about drinking. We were not supposed to drink until the second of April. When he said that he's broken it and he felt so bad, my only reaction was 'meh'. I mean, I did this deal just so he won't drink much and it's not like we could turn back time to not make him drink and being an asshole of a boyfriend to blame him and fuck his ego up would only screw him up. However, I felt kinda guilty that the broken promise did not have a huge impact on me. If this happened to other couples, boy, they'd be in war by now.
3. I was talking to my sister and she said mom had a check up and the doctors were not that pleased with her kidneys and she might have to go for another check up. I hate it when mom's sick.
4. Apparently, the immigration law in Sydney has changed for those who have applied for PR. But what I heard from Ma Thi was contradictory and both of us are confused. One was about them halting anyone who applies for PR from now on. That's quite okay given the country would now focus on those left to be given the permanent residency. The second one states that the application after September 2007 would be ignored. Ok, I applied mine in 2009, so does this mean I'm ignored? I wrote an email to my lawyer.

I told Craig everything and he was not happy at all. I just don't know what will happen to both he and I or my return to sydney. Is it still possible? The fact that I'm gonna be jobless after this month makes it worse for me to not enjoy my Monday morning.

The rest of the day was dull, except for the part where I chat with Craig. I was sleepy most of the time and I was made to play guitar like five times to rehearse the song the work team was gonna sing at the closing ceremony tomorrow. I mean, I'm still a n00b at this job but I find it quite weird to have the enumerators sing a song at the launch of our statistical publication launch. Isn't this where we should be showing them a video footage of victims of the storm with Kenny G- like music in the background , as opposed to our big boss going 'look at us we're singing and we're so cool'. I mean, I love the enumerators but seriously, given that our work did require some help from the government to save the country, a vocal performance out of a three days rehearsal was just bleak and too dumb. Ah well, you do what you gotta do. You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't. God bless our big boss who used to be a stage actor when he was younger. And yes, that was a huge sarcasm. Urgh