Whine, rant, whinge, rave
It's 1am. Just got back from work where I've been since 1pm. There's got to be something criminally wrong with suddenly deciding to hold meetings in the middle of the night for crying out loud. What do these people have between their ears for goodness sake. There's obviously an urban myth out there about newspaper people not needing to eat, sleep or have any sort of life and it's not even as if a bank calling for an EGM to remove directors is remotely sexy or alluring in any shape, form or manner.
And I have a nast, icky flu to boot. Two weeks wandering all over India largely barefoot in all sorts of weather and I came back just fine. One week back at work surrounded by sniffly people and I have a flu and a sore nose and the sneezes and a fever and an achy chest and a sore throat.
And the icing on the cake is the fact that one of my reporters got not one or two but every single figure wrong in a story and it took forever and a day to straighten out. Someday they will all figure out that there is a huge difference between million and billion and it's quite impossible in this space time continuum at least to make a profit of RM652 million on a turnover of RM365 million.
The teeny, tiny upside was the pot of spicy Indian crab curry and 'puttu' waiting on the table when I got back and now I am here sitting on my bed with my toys and books and the night is out there and there's a breeze playing with the curtains and I have 'I am a cat' to read.
Selamat malam.
And I have a nast, icky flu to boot. Two weeks wandering all over India largely barefoot in all sorts of weather and I came back just fine. One week back at work surrounded by sniffly people and I have a flu and a sore nose and the sneezes and a fever and an achy chest and a sore throat.
And the icing on the cake is the fact that one of my reporters got not one or two but every single figure wrong in a story and it took forever and a day to straighten out. Someday they will all figure out that there is a huge difference between million and billion and it's quite impossible in this space time continuum at least to make a profit of RM652 million on a turnover of RM365 million.
The teeny, tiny upside was the pot of spicy Indian crab curry and 'puttu' waiting on the table when I got back and now I am here sitting on my bed with my toys and books and the night is out there and there's a breeze playing with the curtains and I have 'I am a cat' to read.
Selamat malam.