I have an MC (mental condition)
Been neglecting LJ for so long that it feels like a stranger to me. I'm typing this entry on a Tue, at 1130am. Which means either my boss is overpaying a slacker, or I'm on medical leave.
And yes, I am on medical leave. For overworking, of all things. "Lack of rest and nutrition", scolded the Doc. Apparently he didn't think that a 10% weight loss due to loss of appetite is healthy (doesn't read slimming ads much, does he?). He ordered a 2-days medical leave for me, declaring "your agency would have to do without their account servicing person for 2 days".
I wondered whether I'm a workaholic, or its my bad habit to select jobs which require lunatic working hours. Deadlines, deadlines, and yet more deadlines. Such is the nature of an ad agency. This week's a terrible time to fall ill because its the dreaded 3rd week of the month; the week which all the magazines demand the submission of advertisements or we risk incurring the wrath of the high deity of publishing (ok I'm kidding on the last part).
So I'm stuck at home now. I would have made it to work if my boss had not "banned" me from the office today. Actually I feel quite alright, save for a slight fever, a nagging headache and mild gastric problems. Instead I'm now fretting at home, worrying and wondering if my clients' ads are submitted. I kept stealing glances at my phone, and pushing buttons occasionally to see if I've missed a call or an sms. People have been admitted to "Hougang Chalet" for lesser symptoms.
Trying to make myself sleepy now so I can go play chess with Uncle Zhou. I just need to check my phone one more time.....
And yes, I am on medical leave. For overworking, of all things. "Lack of rest and nutrition", scolded the Doc. Apparently he didn't think that a 10% weight loss due to loss of appetite is healthy (doesn't read slimming ads much, does he?). He ordered a 2-days medical leave for me, declaring "your agency would have to do without their account servicing person for 2 days".
I wondered whether I'm a workaholic, or its my bad habit to select jobs which require lunatic working hours. Deadlines, deadlines, and yet more deadlines. Such is the nature of an ad agency. This week's a terrible time to fall ill because its the dreaded 3rd week of the month; the week which all the magazines demand the submission of advertisements or we risk incurring the wrath of the high deity of publishing (ok I'm kidding on the last part).
So I'm stuck at home now. I would have made it to work if my boss had not "banned" me from the office today. Actually I feel quite alright, save for a slight fever, a nagging headache and mild gastric problems. Instead I'm now fretting at home, worrying and wondering if my clients' ads are submitted. I kept stealing glances at my phone, and pushing buttons occasionally to see if I've missed a call or an sms. People have been admitted to "Hougang Chalet" for lesser symptoms.
Trying to make myself sleepy now so I can go play chess with Uncle Zhou. I just need to check my phone one more time.....