For real

I am ever conscious of the sporadic-ness of these entries and the long drawn silences in between. Ever go through phases when you have no idea where your time goes? It's like an abyss. I wake up, and before I know it, I'm home, too knackered to do anything but zombie my way to the kitchen to swallow something that resembles nutrition, and then zombie my way to bed. And in bed, in between the need for sleep, I have to reach for my bag, only to pull out a stack of wordy documents that need reading before the next morning. I half digest whatever my eye falls on, and before I know it, it's morning, my wordy documents are spilled on the floor, and I have to get ready for another day.

Although the synopsis of my day does sound terribly stressful, I am absolutely loving it. I have never been happier at work, and every single day brings me fresh joy. I think its alot to do with the ethos in the place, and the people I work with. Amidst the mountains of work, laughter abounds. It's a great team. All the staff really love people and believe in what theyre doing, I am constantly challenged to do more, to love more, to give more, to try more. I get to help people each and every day.... This is my dream job, for real.