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Not the best of times

It's that time of the year when one stops to look back in retrospect at the year before it fades into oblivion. While most people are in a festive mood to celebrate the ushering of the new year, I'm slogging 12-hrs-per-workday in my blessed cubicle. To make matters worse, I'll have to be at the office tomorrow (Saturday), throughly disrupting the weekend feel.

I don't dislike working. What I hate is work spilling over.

To put it laconically, I'm seriously annoyed.
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Anonymous said…
Are you a knowledge worker or an intelligent slave?
You only live once.
Sunday, December 30, 2007 9:31:00 AM
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