Life As a Minion

Just read a friend's blog entry about a her recent work load. As a project manager for an electronics company, she would start her day in the office at 8am, be in and out of meetings through out the day, then go out and entertain overseas clients who are in town. Working over 12 hrs a day, this girl is worn out by the time she gets home. Each day's emails await her reply and only until they are answered does she turn in for the night. She writes that she's feeling the effects of stress, bad eating habits and little sleep.

I feel for her. She is describing my life to a certain extent. At my work, we are experiencing a hailstorm of stress, with a pressure front that has been building exponentially across the last two weeks. I clocked in a 60 hrs working week last week. Plus a full Saturday. Plus Monday just passed, which was officially declared Typhoon Day by the government as a warning to citizens to stay home away from work and school.

Currently I am sitting at my desk on a Friday night. Most of the office is empty except for a couple of suckers. I am waiting. Waiting for the bosses to come out of their mind-bending meetings so that we can forge ahead with their supervision. We will probably start work at 8pm tonight.

We are minions to our mortal gods.