It is still raining and I can't shake this dreary feeling. A co-worker has already filed his resignation and he has some projects that he still has to handle, and guess who will take up the cudgels? Moi.
Sigh. Tis okay with me. Unlike others who balk at the "additional" load. I have been hearing some unabashed whining how they shouldn't be doing the things which I have originally been doing. And I didn't realize how unequal the distribution of work until some it was taken away from me.
I am gearing for this work change and am up to it.
Anyway, my dad just arrived from the province yesterday and we had a happy dinner of shrimp and marang! I love marang. If not for the technical glitch at home, I wanted to post an entry entirely devoted to marang.
We were a big happy family and everything seemed right in the world, until I received my college friend's message that her dad died.
The third news of death. Another mass card.
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