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It's gotta be another right ?

So things are finally more stable at work. And by stable, I mean I'm working for intelligent, informed bosses who know which way's up and where the bus is coming from.

The hours are more civilised, purely because less time is spent on stupid endeavours and work is actually completed much faster and efficiently.

So I can train better. But now I hear that my smelly jackass coach is not happy (since when is he ever) and has been complaining about me not showing him 'nuff 'spect.

Please lah. In my book, respect is bloody earned. With sweat and blood and conviction and intelligence and ability plain and simple.

Not just be declaring that "I am coach. I know everything. You must listen to me." In a silly Eastern bloc goombah accent. Gimme a break.

And when I feel myself ingraining mistake upon mistake every time I have a lesson, and see bad habits sprouting up all over the place, and not only is he NOT correcting it, he's encouraging it...how the hell am I supposed to take it seriously ?

So I have been giving him the sien face and he has not reacted positively. Seeing as how my ranking has dropped to third after that rather strange point differential from the Hong Kong and Malaysia Opens, I'm stuck in no-man's land. Not good enough for automatic selection, not in coach's good books for his recommendation to the team.

A different situation for me to be in for sure, but I suppose a bit of a challenge is good. Give me a bit of a mountain to climb, which is always good motivation.

So it's back to clean living for awhile, at least till nationals next weekend. The gym this morning was painful but necessary.

Wish me luck on this new endeavour.

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