Went lunch with one of the clients from a prestigious private bank this afternoon. Actually, I don't really like such power lunches because it means eating into my precious 1 hour : ( I have to put on a mask and engage in shallow conversations : ( Actually, entertaining others is my forte; I never fail to draw others' attention and make them laugh if I want to. Many, including Adeline, say that I am destined to be in the sales line..but hey, being a sales person, who is constantly on the go, is damn tiring..Just like today.
Went back to the office, feeling shagged. Though munching a gigantic sweet and crunchy Fuji apple made me happy, it was short-lived. I spent the whole afternoon browsing through the numerous useless resumes and going into my favorite SPI forum : ) (I just want to go home and sleep) It didn't help that there were some issues with a candidate and the client due to some stupid miscommunication (I guess another deal lost : ( )
Despite tired, I went dinner with Adeline, Jacintha, Sunshine Boy, Sharon and her husband at Molly Malone's (Actually had just wanted a simple dinner) Had 2 and 1/2 pieces of beer-battered fish and fries, as well as Guinness stout : P (Guinness stout tastes like chicken essence). After a nice chat regarding our previous jobs as waitresses, we went home. Though still feeling tired and groggy, I was satisfied with the hearty Irish dinner : )
When I reached home, my calves started to itch - I began to feel paranoid. Recently, after suffering a heavy bout of rashes all over my body, I am extremely scared of rashes. Sometimes, at night, I would start to scratch my thigh and calves because I felt itchy. Not sure if it is for real or it is just a figment of imagination due to the paranoia...I have steered clear of the sun and seafood, but I still feel the itch..Is it due to beer?
I don't want to know.
