Recently, work's been pretty challenging. And by challenging, I mean I have ALOT of things to do. And the things seem never ending.


Gone are the days that I could practically doze off as I have nothing much to do.


Gone are the days that I can bug my colleagues with randomness.


And Hello to the days that feel like 6pm when it's actually only 3pm. Only reason being I did so much stuff within a short period of time that it felt like I had been working for a damn long time.


Oh wells.


But anyway, was calling this Switzerland guy up regarding some problems when another Swiss guy answered the phone.


Me: "Hello, can I speak to XXX? This is Kimberly calling from Singapore."


Guy (in his German/French/dunno what mixed accent): "XXX? You calling from Singapore??"


Me: "Yes, I'm calling from Singapore, looking for XXX."


Guy (in his accent again) : "Singapore??"


Me: "Yes, Singapore. Are you Mr XXX? I'm calling regarding the..."


Guy (incredulous still): "SINGAPORE???"


Me: "Yes, Singapore..."


Guy: "Ah.. Mr XXX. Hang on.. Singapore???"


Me (buay tahan): "YES. SINGAPORE."


Guy: "Ah.. Hold on...."


=.=


I was torn between feeling exasperated and amused by his incredulous tone of repeating "Singapore" for the umpteem time. Goodness, why is it so surprising that we can speak English?


Or does he even know where Singapore is? Or is Singapore as exotic as what the Bahamas feels like to me? Oh wells.