i didn't go to malacca in the end. and i broke my camera.

woke up late both days of the weekend and ended up spending the whole day working on workstuff - planning a training programme for our staff (which is desperately needed 'cos they are just getting from bad to worse - breaking all the shop rules, terrible customer service, etc etc.. grr... we get frustrated everytime we walk into the store.. but we know its probably our fault that we didn't make the system "idiot-proof" - not that they are idiots but most of the clerical and sales staff that we try to employ tend to be rather mechanical and i guess they work best with systems and rules... initiative??.. bleah... ), sorting out all the work and tasks that needs to be done once i get back to the office tomorrow (which is a lot of stuff..), and i helped to sort out some of the administrative stuff at the new household store in United Sq (our sister company of sorts).. and while rushing out this morning, i slipped and fell (cos of the silly rain) and now my slr (which was in my bag when i fell) is damaged and needs to be repaired... grrr.. what a terrible weekend... there's something about working over an off-weekend that somehow gets me feeling down (even if i worked voluntarily)... maybe it was because i ended up not going to malacca even though i was so looking forward to it...

i'm trying to stay positive but i'm fighting a losing battle.. spiralling..spiralling...into gloom and depression.... it was a gloomy day, both literally and figuratively.. where is the sun when i need it??

the stupid haze... :(