Saturday, April 01, 2006

The Most Stressful Week and End

Hey! Right in the middle of the most stressful weekend of the year right here! Big, big event. Loads of details and responsibilities. Bunches of people and interactions. Professional growth. Creativity birthing. Connections, endless connections. Adulthood beautified. Inner innocence enhanced. Zero kiddiness. No wasting time. Remembering what really is important. Conscious effort to focus on one thing at a time while inevitably multitasking. Maintaining an attitude of cooperation when anything's needed. All-day communication through radios. Team work, definitely excellent team work! Organization- a must. Maturity required. Solution oriented attitude. Flexibility. Support during tough times- everyone's under huge pressure. Willingness to find solutions to obstacles encountered (always included.) Tolerance. Adrenaline rush. Excitement. Loving my job. Yoga mats and exercises. Incense. Spirit of collaboration. An immense amount of things to do. Ending late on Sunday night. Looking forward to Day Zero.

6 comments:

lccb144 said...

random...

http://lccb144.blogspot.com/2006/04/six-degrees-sort-of.html

Chelle said...

lau! i was just talking about u! hehehe... well about the smuggled products from chicago to d.r. that time... :P

lccb144 said...

Yeah... I remember that... can't wait to see you!!! (2 more months!)

Chelle said...

Hehehe... Yay!!! Dittow!!

(Day Zerow is finally here! Working 15 hours on a Sunday. Yummy. Endless details to work through and problems to solve. Bitchy ppl too! Pero na, hay k hacer eto anyway. Bais!)

k bueno k krtn y hawtin me dejaron con pilaz... !

local wannabe said...

...don't forget to breathe...though, it looks like you have it all under control...either way, it's Sunday and the weekend must be over...rest darlin' rest...

Chelle said...

thanks... it's finally done and over. months of work, for one full day of things. the largest amount of obstacles i've ever encountered, but everything got done.

moshes were cut at birth. a singer threw himself onto the crowd (and almost lost his face.) stuff.

and we all just stared each one in the face and responded. tired... nite. must rest, yes. :)