|Aila|
This week is so toxic that even finding time to spend with Sandro was so hard. Tons of projects that need supervisions and meeting with the clients took almost all the time. Not that I’m complaining, but sometimes, thinking that I need to wake up again and start my day with hundreds of blueprints for my table can already make me exhausted.
“Architect, about the new hotel project, the owner wants this room to be bigger, and he said that the third floor should have an addition gym and if maybe you could put another conference room at the twentieth floor.” I scratched my head as I heard my secretary inform me about the revision on the plans. Another revision means another time to think on what should I do so that I could adjust everything again.
“Ugh. If that’s what he wants,
