All in a Day's Work

Last Friday we had our usual 'crazy hour' at the branch.

As i hardly ever take pictures inside the branch....now this is where I work for the past 3 1/2 years. Most of our clients said that this place looks like a shopping mall instead of a Bank.

Till now, I can't determined whether that remark is a compliment or otherwise.

Now, if you go up the escalator behind us the first human being that you will see is ME
(or rather my 'typhoon swept' desk and the mountain high files behind me).

Sometimes the files would 'spilled' over to carpetted floor behind my desk and colleague would start to nag that my place looks more like a lawyer's firm!



Duuhhh....! I mean do I have a choice? Everybody seemed to be looking for me.......at times, I would be replying emails while talking on the phone with a client in front of me (not to mentioned another another call waiting for me). Yeah, I have 2 f**cking phones !


I have even managed to master the art of writing while talking and listening to people.

That's ALL in a day's work.

Despite all these madness, I still come home each day with a positive outlook and a HUGE SMILE on my face.
Like the one you see in this picture. *grin*

Dixie Ducks

Currently listening to.......



The Dixie Chicks.....Not Ready to Make Nice

here's the lyrics:

Forgive, sounds good.

Forget, I'm not sure I could.

They say time heals everything,

But I'm still waiting

I'm through, with doubt,

There's nothing left for me to figure out,

I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying

I'm not ready to make nice,

I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell

And I don't have time

To go round and round and round

It's too late to make it right

I probably wouldn't if I could

Cause I'm mad as hell

Can't bring myself to do what it is

You think I should

I know you said

Why can't you just get over it,

It turned my whole world around

and i kind of like it

I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby,

With no regrets and I don't mind saying,

It's a sad sad story

That a mother will teach her daughter

that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.

And how in the world

Can the words that I said

Send somebody so over the edge

That they'd write me a letter

Saying that I better shut up and sing

Or my life will be over

Great music ! Can't stop replaying it in my iPod.