Saturday, May 24, 2008

The Square Root of Three

by David Feinberg
(as featured in Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay)


I’m fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
The love, for me, has been renewed

Monday, May 19, 2008

What a Difference 6 Months make

Currently Playing: Stop and Stare by OneRepublic

If someone told me 6 months ago that I'll be looking for another job now, I'd say it was impossible. Heng no one said that then. haha.

Let's see... what was it that all added up?

- Departure of mentor manager
- Cutting down of department activity scope (part 1)
- Cutting down of department established strength
- Cutting down of department activity scope (part 2)
- Departure of knowledgable, approachable, motivating director
- Arrival of fresh, demanding, stubborn and unmotivating senior director
- Significantly reduced chance of getting additional work-related training
- Reduced chance of getting promoted
- Realisation that this position would not be able to give me a greater challenge once all this nonsense is over

in chronological order, but each subsequent step became yet a bigger push factor than the previous one.

I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Anyone But Me

I do so much and yet I don't get what I deserve.

I'm tired and don't want to fight on anymore but I cannot bring myself to stop. I cannot let myself down.

Building bridges, fighting fires.

For either outcome there is the natural reaction, so no need to think so much.

And got to remind myself the words of Morpheus.

"Everything that has a beginning, has an end."