Practically brain-dead at the end of my near 14-hour nightshift every morning. Especially all the sleep you've had the day before is a measily 2-hour nap. Always have difficulty in adjusting my biological clock at the start of shift days every week. Maybe it's part reluctance - when the whole fab is on the lows, wondering what dreaded outcome befalls us when the VSS gets finalized and goes into gear in a week's time. Ironically, I don't seem to really give a damn - i'm just plain ignorant like that.
I've gotten jaded with life, over the times working here. Just anticipating for some big changes, ANY changes to happen to inject some drama back into my still adolescent working life.
Received this heart warming mail to start yet another hibernation day:

As i walked down the busy footpath, knowing i was late for an important meeting, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days. Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying every worldly possession in 2 plastic bags; my heart was touched by this person's condition. Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them. Recalling some long ago Sunday School admonition to "care for the sick, feed the hungry and cloth the naked," i was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person. Yes, where some people saw only rags, i saw a hidden beauty. A small voice inside my head called out:

"Reach out, reach out!"

So i did...
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My court case has been set at the end of the month.

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