Lamenting Time

1 dumb report.
2 newspaper articles. (bad press mind you)
3 organisations.
4 weeks of mayhem.

Plenty of people getting overly kancheong.
Working Level Staff, Senior Managers, Bosses, Senior Bosses, Parliamentary Secretaries, a Minister.

And who is the little fry at the end of the whole food chain?

No points for guessing.

Me.

For all the grand hoo-ha-ing which has been going on.
For all the people who are getting worked up.
For all the rest who are trying to get as much information as possible from me so as to cover their asses.
For all who are trying to get themselves out of the picture as far as possible.

Screw them. Screw it. Screw whatever.

But for all the rest of the sweethearts who are or have been a great helping hand in this whole mess.

I'm very grateful.

For my boss who is bearing a greater part of the burden actually.
I salute him. For having the energy to keep up with all this.
Maybe this is just a piece of cake for one with 30-odd years of experience.

But on the other hand.

Wah lau.
I am on on the brink of puking from being "harrassed" by him.

He called me at least 9 or 10 times today.
With the last 5 phone calls happening between 715pm to 1015pm.

He sms-ed me about the same number of times.
And I spent close to 2 hours in his office in total throughout the whole day.

I think I spoke to him on the phone today more than I have with my significant other.
Sheesh.

I hope tomorrow won't be as "eventful" as today.