Because of the stupid tender that I wrote about in an earlier entry, I slept only 3 hours over a 48-hour period. Submission was done by someone else. Left office yesterday at 12.30pm to rest. Had lunch with Wifey, and then konked out for 4 hours. In between, was woken up by SMSes and calls. Fuck off and let me sleep! Even now still sipeh steam ...
In the evening, got SMSes from 2 different sources that the tender results were out, and we were the lowest bidder. Strangely, I didn't know how to react. There was ... dead calm. On the one hand, I was absolutely bitter and upset that I was the only one doing most of the tender. And everytime my boss called for a tender meeting, it was like, to critique my work! Who else can say they only slept 3 hours in 2 days?? CCB! I was determined to tender my resignation once Monday comes. This tender was the final nail in the coffin. I have been pushed too far.
Yet when I heard the news, I was glad that I put in all those efforts. My months of hard work was finally paying off. Don't we all hope to see results from the work we put in? All of a sudden, it seems the other tender we are nurturing doesn't seem so daunting after all, and that everything's possible.
All I want to do now is to gauge my feeling when I go to work on Monday, back to the sickening and mundane, to see if my feeling of achievement prevailed.
By the way, the word in this post's title is of a different context from my previous post.
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