It helps to talk...

I have not been writing for quite some time. I think the last one was in March, and now it is August. Time flies so fast. I will write more now that I know I cannot cope with external writing assignement anymore but I still need to write.

Just this morning, someone ruined my day. The so-called Audit was merely a hipocrite thing to do in this office. I was blamed on things that I have no controlled over. I stormed out of the lab and seek my immediate but he was not in. I went to my friend's but she was away. I went back and start writing my unfinished emails to a customer. One after another, I still feel some anger over the matter. I went to see my boss, but he was away. Today is a meeting day, no wonder no one was here except me. I was busy with reports and consequently made a victim by unreliable Safety Officer. Huh!

Then, another friend called, come and do your work in the office if you need to, she said. I quickly went downstairs and within minutes I was talking to her on my grouses and complaints which she also experienced the similar things yesterday. I felt like a heavy burden was lifted from me. Talking made me sane, and keep me focus.

I missed talking to some of people in this office because they are too busy, have more responsibilities and other weak link to take care about. Thinking of that, I have gone through quite a bit of transformation of a hidden 'closet' to a notable place to work for. Talking has made a bit of my dream comes true. Perhaps more self-discipline will lead me to get everything in place before I leave again.