Thursday

I was very worried. I couldn't think and respond as fast as others. My mum would say I had to stop being "mong mong cha cha", like how I was in school. I would not be able to get away like in the past. The big guy in the office wanted a top-line report and I didn't have a clue how to write it. Naturally the report was rejected three times. The other two who needed to submit the report done well except one of them needed a bit of clarification before it was accepted. My line manager ended helping me to complete it, it was in her interest to help otherwise the big guy just chased and chased. Apparently, the report was sent when the big guy started the meeting not long ago. He needed the reports to get a discussion going. I felt awful, terribly guilty that I couldn't grasp hold of the many things I ought to since I joined the group. I had an awful lunch and rest of the day. Thankfully, when night falls I left for dinner with a few Singaporean friends at Chinatown. I talked loudly like the rest quite a bit and that somehow helped to diffuse the stress accumulated in the day.