I got home at eight thirty last night, and was informed that most people in my team had to work past four o'clock to meet the deadline. I had a sense that everyone was working hectic, but had no idea that a certain level of preparation had to be met by today. I felt sorry, and as I'm not of a very nice personality, felt relief. There were so many tasks that are already done right now, which are making me nervous, as I struggle to fine any assignment.
There are two reasons I decided to exit the office as soon as the ring rang.
Firstly, I was so depressed. The sense of not being happy and entertained is racking on me. There must be some way to convert this routine in a positive way, but I'm having a hard time finding one. I get motivated and fulfiled, satisfied when I learn and get better at something meaningful. but the work I have to do isn't making me feel that way. I also doubt I made a good decision while searching for a job. …show more content…
It was kept in the janitor's office when I got back. The name on the box was wrongly written, which was my sister's name instead of mine. There were so many thing in the box. There was the multitool I asked her to purchase and send, and she enclosed a shirt or rather a sweater of some sort and a thermos bottle for me. The apperal suited me perfectly and I was satisfied by that. The thermos was medium sized and seemed appropriate even though I won't be using it anytime soon, because I will move to a cold country. The multitool was a blast. It looked stunningly great and weighed next to nothing. It's handles are comfortable to grip and I don't have pet peeves right now. There were snacks, two bags of potato chips and several kinds of cookie packages. I wasㅜ't glad when I discovered them, as I forgot to tell her that I have to control myself not to eat such junk food. Luckily, She sent me presents for her friends so I can include the snacks I won't be eating to packages for