Last Monday, fresh from a working Sunday rendezvous, I wrote down on a piece of paper of my current mood and it read: Busy.
I did it again the next day, and the next and the next, and I realised that it felt rejuvenating.
I looked back at my early morning moods in sequence and this was how it looked like:
And where I thought that I didn’t have to come back to the office today, on a Sunday, I eventually had to and so Sunday’s mood recap was: Bah.
Busy, chaotic. hell, redemption, routine, football and bah was how the week felt.
Early week and mid-week was hell and I think I knew how I managed to stay sane.
When you’re mentally prepared, you raise your game that little bit more.
I knew that the Food Hotel Asia, or FHA, event meant that we’d have a damn busy week+weekends, but thanks to pre-empt heads up from the regular customers, I guessed that this much it helped in staying sane.
That errors in prints amounted to just 1, considering the amount of information that I’ve had to digest from the various contractors, meant that the ship has successfully navigated away from the storm.
And I attribute the level of efficiency down to… a paper and a pen.
That’s right, nothing helped me more during that period than a piece of paper and a pen.
Countless times where someone mention something to me and I acknowledge it, expecting to remember later on, only to forget everything about it.
It’s fatal to merely hold onto a thought when you have phone calls flying at you, customers sitting beside in a discussion, and an incessant workload of graphic layouts to be done on the PC.
Whatever years of experience that I’ve racked up, I’ve learnt that anything that’s worth remembering, it’s definitely worth writing it down, no matter how strong you think your memory is.
All it takes to save your ass, especially in this line, is a piece of paper and a pen, and I was bloody prepared to write down with blood if ink ran out.
Thankfully we had plenty of pens in the office.
Write it down if it’s worth remembering.
Had I not written down my mood recaps in the early morning, I’d probably not even remember how I’d felt at the start of that day.
And now I’m able to relive those moments again.
Coming on the back of chaotic days, I remember approaching Thursday on a lighter mood.
I wrote down ‘Redemption’, because Thursday was the day that made every single minute spent in office worthwhile.
It was the day which meant that I wouldn’t mind coming back every Sunday for work if I had to.
It was also the day where every chaos and hell turn serene and rosy, for a while.
And I’m pretty sure that this is the day that everyone works for at the end of the month, and I guess I’m counting my blessings that I get to receive it twice a month.
More or less.
Yep, it was Payday, and Mar loves Paydays because it means that he gets to settle any overdue bills that he has and avoid receiving any further red letters and/or ‘please pay up’ sms-es.
Life is about paying the bills at the end of the month right?
Did you just wrote that down?