Endgame
Oh God. Desperately hoping it would be sufficient.
Oh man. Just did the three PwC online analytic tests. Wasn't feeling quite at my best but I hate to drag it further. No excuses even though I was shagged from work where I had to OT 1.25h on the friday just before cny. Boo. And even after giving verbal warnings not to have any disturbance, I was still disrupted during two out of the three tests. Sighs.
And the worse part was, all three tests seemed weirdly familiar. Like weird. And I still didn't manage to finish any in time. Gawd.
Lord have mercy.
I want I want I want...
This highly anticipated break from work seems a long time in coming. The only silver lining besides the majorly good colleagues is having the option to serve 24h notice before saying buh-bye. Sighs.
9-5 pish posh!
Gawd. What bs. Reality is much harsher. Try 830-6. With only an hour of lunchbreak.
I think it's a sign that I'm not cut out to be doing what I'm currently doing. HR. But that's nothing new since I kinda figured that out by the midafternoon of the first day.
Okay, so I initially thought HR could be my thing. Thank goodness for this opportunity to let me strike the option off my career options. Exploring was a good idea. Now I've decided to stick with what I know and am good at.
I'm constantly sleep deficient, have overworked eyes, vexing over what to wear and having to survive till Friday with my spare tank of depleting energy (Every friday is tgif, really!). Work is much more exhausting than school which at one point I had this naive thought of how it could possibly be.
Oh wells. Temp job as it is. Suck it up and march on.
Two weeks down... I hate to count down when I have seven more to go. Although not contractually ironclad bound. Ah wells.
