I work in the brand communication team of a MNC. From outside it looks like a very glamorous job, inside things are more messy than any call center desk. I still haven’t disclosed the ‘news’ in workplace to anyone, its just too early since its still the first trimester– technically it’s the second month. Only a handful of friends know it besides family.
Mood swings and sudden hungers pangs are taking a toll. It’s come to such an extent that the moment I step into the canteen a sudden urge to have something will come calling, no matter what time of day it is. Just yesterday morning when I stepped into canteen to have my favorite cuppa of coffee, this abrupt hunger call struck me and I got busy buying chips and biscuits instead! This, when I had hogged on bread slices before heading to workplace. With these growing hunger pangs I feel like a monster.
On the work front, things are getting more challenging. The yearly audit is around and some hot shot black suit people are around to do the thorough check on things. I have to be at desk at sharp 9am, no leaves allowed. I have to stretch also at times, and that very day the war of Mahabharat breaks out at home. Husby insists that I shouldn’t take too much stress in this condition (as if I have had dengue) but I wanna work till whatever time because it save me from unnecessary questions and worries that keep troubling my mind. This argument eventually ends up as a longish phase of silence :(
Mood swings and sudden hungers pangs are taking a toll. It’s come to such an extent that the moment I step into the canteen a sudden urge to have something will come calling, no matter what time of day it is. Just yesterday morning when I stepped into canteen to have my favorite cuppa of coffee, this abrupt hunger call struck me and I got busy buying chips and biscuits instead! This, when I had hogged on bread slices before heading to workplace. With these growing hunger pangs I feel like a monster.
On the work front, things are getting more challenging. The yearly audit is around and some hot shot black suit people are around to do the thorough check on things. I have to be at desk at sharp 9am, no leaves allowed. I have to stretch also at times, and that very day the war of Mahabharat breaks out at home. Husby insists that I shouldn’t take too much stress in this condition (as if I have had dengue) but I wanna work till whatever time because it save me from unnecessary questions and worries that keep troubling my mind. This argument eventually ends up as a longish phase of silence :(
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