Start of a chaotic Monday that came after a weekend that ended too fast. In office late, as usual. Rather spend an hour with the kids in the morning, then to rush to work to face a mountain of files on the table.

Its all too easy for me to get worked up. Why cant people take their work seriously. (Naturally, me spending time online doesnt count). Why cant typists concentrate on their work. Its just a matter of reading whats written, and re-producing the text. The only creativity required being to format the document in a structured and presentable manner. Why am i online now? After an hour of vetting reports, i decided i needed a break, or else i was going to lose my temper. When one sticks one's neck out each time one puts one's signature on a report or letter, one cant help but have anxiety attacks every now and then. Had just signed a report, and realised there was an ommision. Something that i had corrected at the draft stage of the report, was not acted upon. Sigh. Another near miss.

It has crossed my mind all too often nowadays. Is it luck that most contemporaries in this line of work seem to have the same problem of not having a good assistant whom you could trust to make sure whatever that ends on your table is of a certain level, with minimum mistakes. Whereas our superiors of yesteryears had the benefit of having us, why is it we dont seem to be able to enjoy that benefit. Every single one who has spent years seem to just move on. There is a major shift happening. Gone are the days young ones would want to learn and grow with the firm. Most would just move on at the first opportunity.

Hurray, Mr Woods won again. Another great score on fantasy golf. Position has improved only slightly to 604 in the world now, and only 5 points behind Masters, the leader of Hogan's group.

Time to clear reports on table.