Resurrection

Resurrection: the act of rising from the dead.

And that's obviously what what I'm trying achieve here.

Over breakfast with Pooh this morning, she commented that my blog's "dead". And I couldn't agree more.

Work's been hectic. I've got 2 classes running events (as part of the subject requirements and assessment) and both have met with hiccups with the clients, event planning, programmes and disputes amongst themselves. Although I'm supposed to deal approach the situations with a "hand-off-let-the-kids-learn-the-hard-way" attitude, it's not in me to just completely let go. After all, I can't watch them fumble and tumble through the entire experience without offering some assistance, can I?

I do empathise with the kids as they need to juggle other subjects while working to plan, organise and run their respective events. it's a steep learning curve and to be fair to many of them who've put in loads of effort, they are doing as well as to be expected of students without the necessary working experience and exposure to the business world.

They all remind me of my own struggles when I first stepped into the corporate world over a decade ago, fresh from studies, brimming with ideas and bursting with boundless energy. And I remember how quickly my flames of enthusiasm were doused after getting hit repeatedly by what I perceived then as inept supervisors who weren't receptive towards new initiatives and resistant towards change.

In fact, it took me a few years to resolve my battles of frustration over these old-fashioned and regimented processes. But it was only when I was provided the opportunity to move up to a management level that I realised my folly in the early years.

Nonetheless, those beginning years were crucial in forming and shaping up my career, and I benefited greatly from all the different supervisors and bosses (the good, bad, ugly) who influenced me in many aspects.

I believe such life experiences can't be sought from textbooks and no amount of academic research can prepare anyone to face the challenges of the working world. I reckon that the most important lessons will come from The School of Hard Knocks.

On the home front, we celebrated many birthdays over the last few months, including the birth of Peni's beautiful puppies. But that's for another entry.

Ah.

I had almost forgotten how I loved writing.

Alas, work cruelly beckons.