Date: August 25th, 2001

Today, the Production Manager called me into his office and asked me, "How are you? Are you happy?"

He asked me that question because if I found the work not satisfying, then I would be looking outside. True, what I was doing now was purely coordinating and administration, which he was was only a fraction of what I was supposed to do.Completing a production status form took me more than an hour. To top that I reprinted it at least 3 times.

He told me, my other colleague did the same too but she kept going in and out of his room handing him the form which she kept updating a few times.

Funny, filling in a form can be so defeating.

So what do I have today for you? Oh yes, a poem I wrote entitled, "My Fear". It's about fear of growing old. I'm sure many people have this fear too.

Hmmm .... do know that I live in a house with three guys? Well, it's actually two guys, one shifted out. It's quite nice living with guys.