Thoughts. Just Thoughts.

Wow. Yet another week has zoomed past with such unbelievable speed. Its hard to imagine that 7 days have come and gone, and I'm sitting here once more on a early Sunday morning typing my thoughts out on this little space here.

The past week at work was mad. I made mistakes, screwed up, and of course, took multiple trips on a roller coaster ride of emotions once more. The week past by furiously slow yet fast. I messed up stuff a little at work because of my inadequate knowledge of procedures and incurred the wrath of some folks over at the other end of the office. Yet my seniors were patient and guided me along without kicking a big fuss over my silly mistakes; and that I was genuinely grateful for.

I had a change in job scope and swopped jobs with my fellow temp collegue over Thursday and Friday. Initially, the sensitive me thought that I was doing badly in my present job scope and I was...well...rather discouraged. Well, all these thoughts of negativity were unfounded; they wanted to cross train us so that we'd be able to do each other's job when either of us were absent.

Faced with a new job scope and being completely unfamiliar with the procedures, I have to admit that I was really inefficient for the past days and with new promotions coming up and calls coming in, I found it hard to breathe, literally. I shared this with my fellow temp collegue and I realised that we were in this mess together.

Something happened during the workweek that really shook me hard. I needed to go to the store to requisite some publication for my clients. The storeman was extremely impatient and told me that I came at the wrong timing, but was silent when I countered by asking when the correct timing was. As he was searching the pile of publications to see what I was looking for, the pile of materials next to it collapsed. He literally cussed enough words to fill the space he was in, and event excercised some finger muscles.

I wasnt shocked at his behavior as I had been forewarned and I met people with similar attitudes along the way. What really shocked me was how eerily my actions resembled his (the cussing and the finger excercising) when I got mad. After thanking him, I left the place not upset with him, but with deep disgust and shame with myself. How many times had I displayed this kind of behavior at home? The incident count is indeed disturbing.

Following the sharing on cell group on Friday with regards to the assurance of salvation, I was deeply shaken to hear the implications and the biblical truths, yet was thankful for the amazing grace of God and His love for us. I left the session feeling convicted, yet less accused. The insigtness of my cell members and the truth has certainly set the records right.

I had the honor of meeting my ex collegues from my ex company for makan at Chomps. Its been a long time since we last met and I'm just soooo touched that they remember me and called me out for such a gathering...After such a sucky week, its something really nice that you can be thankful for.

As I end the entry and prepare to croak tomorrow, I pray that the days in front will be blessed. Praise ya!