September 26, 2005
I’m not used to this. Waking up 5:30 AM and returning home by 7 PM, being a night person I’m totally not used. The journey by car takes about 1.5 hr and God have mercy on us you gotta see the jam. I’m recovering though, its just that I’m used to stay up all night and after the first day I slept for 5 hours from 8 to 1 and thats only because the day before I stayed up and slept for a couple of hours during the day, today I slept from 8 to 10 and I have no clue if I’ll ever be able to go back to bed. I forced myself to wake up so that I can see my eldest brother and his wife, they were on a vacation outside the UAE and I strangely missed him.
On Wednesday I’m going to Gitex business exibition as part of my new job as an IT procurement specialist, I like the job title so much :p
I don’t like the fact that I’ve never been to Gitex before, thanks to my brothers who had always other plans which involved them, Gitex and no me.
Seems like in a month I’ll be responsible for purchasing IT components for seven big companies owned by our group (our is only figurative), follow up with invoices, delivery reports and memos, recieve complaints and feedback about what I bought, know whats in our store and what is not. I’m sort of worried but I’m determined to learn everything quickly.
My sleep is very disturbed these days. I’m not really awake neither asleep but I have nightmares and delusions.
Musical mood: Jimmy Eat World-Over
Call it a night, and go to sleep. Your messing up your bio-clock of sleeping, keeping things this way, you’ll find yourself crashing @ 8pm waking up next morning, for a couple of days to recover. Gitex is fun, and procuring IT equipment is not difficult, the amount of money can be shocking though. cheers,
Comment by Intoxication — September 26, 2005 @ 9:01 PM
The thing is, my life will be miserable if I’m gonna sleep at 8 pm everday. It will revolve around my job, I want more.
Bear with me, I’m a Fight Club freak:
“You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.”
To put it more positively, my job shouldn’t be my life, it should not be who I am and it must not master me, even if that meant physical suffering.
Comment by SugarCubes — September 27, 2005 @ 8:59 AM