A boring post about my exciting life…

I hate to fall behind things, but unfortunately work has boldly taken over my days and nights.

And of course, the last thing i have time for is to write cool funny stuff on my cute blog. 🙂

I have been so buried in work these days, to the extent where I’ve succumbed to the obsessive habit of checking my Outlook emails everytime I touch my phone. It’s also the first thing i do every morning, and the last thing i do at night. I even do this lying in bed while trying to rouse myself to get up. Even when I’m in the toilet peeing, I inevitably tap on my Mail inbox icon on my iphone to see the latest. Yes, I’m sure those 30 seconds while peeing makes a big difference to my rate of efficiency…

It actually got me thinking whether this is really a vicious cycle.

For which the faster your replies, the more balls are thrown in one another’s courts, and in fact less effective decisions are made. The truth is, more often than not, more time given to reply would usually result in: 1) more time to think about a problem, and how to solve the issue; 2) sometimes things work themselves out over time. 3) the sender being forced to look for other solutions while waiting for your reply.

(Warning: If unsure, don’t try this at work.)

The crazy work load these days has also got me thinking so much about the role of a woman in today’s corporate world. I still have no idea how working mothers in senior positions cope. Firstly, they have a mountain of emails to get through everyday (and as we know, the longer you pause, the harder it is to clear them). Then they go to work and deal with all shapes and sizes of fun folks, where upon reflection seem to resemble monkeys, snakes, sloths, beavers (God bless the good beavers!). And then these workaholic mums come home and deal with more monkeying around from the children. The only saving grace suddenly becomes the helper, then the husband.

This jungle warfare requires some GI Jane mental strength, because chances are, women take both jobs very seriously. We’re just built differently – always more sensitive to people’s feelings, less secure about what/who/where we are, more responsible for what’s given to us. And the amount of pressure inevitably adds up, until every now and then it erupts and… well, we either end up bawling our eyes out or shopping our brains out. (so that’s how our economy runs – emancipation!)

Anyway,  this is such a boring post, but I thought some women out there who’re feeling the bittersweet pleasures of Motherhood2.0 could give a shout out. I really take my hat off to you.

The irony of it all is that as much as I fantasize about taking the road less ‘travail-ed’, I know it won’t be long before I start itching to get my armour back on again, and heading straight into the zoo again.

Such animals we are.