I had been talking non-stop since Tuesday during our conference. By afternoon everyday, my social battery is already at subterranean level. Ten years ago I could have gone on and on until evening for social drinks. I’m nearing my 50s and I’m just like, screw this job, I’m not gonna people anymore, as the Gen Zs say. 🫠

Yesterday, my calendar was so packed that I had to cancel one meeting due to poor planning on my part. A 10-minute overtime is a disaster to my next meeting. I overestimated the efficiency of Singapore’s transport system that I only left 30-min gaps between meetings. I thought getting Grab was a cinch. I should have learned my lesson from last year when I tried to pack my days so much.

Today I only had four meetings but very meaningful. Exhausting though.

I wanna give up and run to my hotel room and rot in my bed. My social battery is running on negative. I am just operating on caffeine and the last meal I had was a very sad bunwich in Holland Village before my breakfast meeting.

Dinner last night with colleagues was good even though most of the dishes are off-limits to me. The nice thing about it was that I didn’t pay for it. 😂

It somehow partially made up for yesterday’s exhaustion.

I’m rambling. My brain is a mess. I still picked up some stories to edit because we’re short on editors. I don’t know how I still managed to do it but I did. 🫠

I forgot to mention on Tuesday that one of my bffs scolded me for not knowing that Twin I was awarded the “highest honor” for the whole 8th grade. Bff was also at the recognition rites because her daughter finished her 7th Grade with honors as well. I said I wasn’t told about it; my daughters just told me they were awarded “with high honor” so I was just expecting second or third place.

What pissed my bff was that the prestige of going up the stage and putting on the medals on my daughters was bestowed upon their dad, who didn’t give a single cent for their tuition and cost of living.

“That honor should be yours! You worked your ass off to raise your daughters alone. Why is he reaping that reward like he had some hand in what they have achieved?!” bff ranted.

I said, well, he had that luck because I happened to be working myself to the bone in a far away land to earn for my kids.

Precisely, bff said. It’s you who is slaving in the background for your kids while he claims all the glory, she told me.

It’s immaterial to me now. As long as my kids know and recognize that it was I who had offered my life for them, then that’s all that matters.