Monday just shows it was gonna be one busy week for me. Tons of meetings and I hate minute writing. So I could see myself dying from work. And guess what! Too true. Waking up at 7am and getting to work by 8:30 am but going home at 9pm to be on bed with a dvd at 10pm. I guess I'm turning into a workaholic. How do I know? Well, despite all of this hassle, I am not complaining.The funny thing while minute writing is checking out how the people talk. Their accents, their gestures, their arguements and their interruptions. The bad thing about these meetings I had today is the fact that it was quite personal and not that many people were there. So, I ended up not being to check who's dozing off. It's interesting how people has so much to say and how we would spend so much time and effort trying to make a point. Sometimes, I think it's because of all these that I don't really care about arguments gone wrong. I mean, if one is to make an argument, he/she should hope for her statement to be heard and taken action upon, BUT ALSO be warned that it's a 50 50 win or lose. So, instead it would be much preferred if we have a secretive plan b or a notion that your statement might NOT be agreed as well. So it's like whenever I make an argument, I would be ready for the backlash. This goes for almost anything in life we all could hope for. Good result is never guaranteed.
Well, I'm just babbling here... I get that from Craig actually.. after oh so many times when I'm online but not in front of my puter cos of these meetings...
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