I miss those summer days when I open the email box, dozens of new emails pop out. I miss my constant complaints of feeling headache to prioritize the tasks while each one claims to be urgent. I miss loads of working piling up high and my blurry eyes are expected to review one by one. I miss staying up late to get projects delivered on time. I miss clarifying so many queries that my throat get sore. I miss getting up eary so that I can go back home before 20:00pm. I must love my job or how do I miss it so much!

Just like the weather, foggy and moist in the morning, it clears up at dusk, the client came to understand there are times when we shall let things run the courses. I scarcely feel good to be the speak woman whenever crisis hit on the Department. To measure and weigh the words and tone tests me when racking my brain to appease the indignant contacts. In the end I am bound to bump into further, deeper and major concerns as obviously the clients grow to extend their queries to me when they understand there are somebody else who are expected to hear their groans. Sadly, the clients are time and again slighted by those respectful Department person-in-charges. Isn't it funny I am nobody while exerting somebody's duty? Probably, this is work philosophy: do everything you are told to, take full consequences and don't whine about it.