Last Day Stretch...
I wonder if there's some scientific explanation (Physical, psychological or otherwise) as to why the last day of work chronologically becomes the longest. As adamant as I've become to making time pass faster, inspite of myself, it's moving in the other direction. Which maybe I shouldn't feel too negative about since it also results to greater efficiency for me in terms of work. So what else have I got to do in the days to come. A former boss of mine (and a good man too who's moved on to greener pasteurs.) told me once that the danger of being too highly efficient is that it leads to redundancy. Which is (I guess) partly the reason why it was easier for him to leave. Maybe his work was done. Maybe we'd become too efficienct for him that there was nothing left for him to do or little reasons or challenges to stay. (Of course there was the $$$ cha-ching $$$ of it too.) He lieft with wise words which will probably mean alot more to me someday. Or "Later in Life" as I like to say. So from the top right, Mark, Robin, Aih and Fel, 2nd row from the left: Moi, Chiqui, Joyce and JP, 3rd row from the left: Donna, Gina, Mia and Wil B and up front: Wil E and our expecting director Richee. Bunch of cookee folks I like to fight the good fight with 5 days a week. Damn. 2 more hours... (1 hour 59 minutes and 59 seconds...)