coins = embarassment

decided to convert my bag of coins today, collected throughout the past 1-2 years. add a few golden coins and we have one helluva heavy shoe box.

so this morning, i lugged it down to the carpark from home. drove to work. lugged it from Plaza Pantai to Menara Telekom, and up the elevator to my floor. didn’t think it was a big deal then.

then came morning talk. the bosses gave their updates and whatnot, and one particular one decided to get some of us to read out some newspaper clippings about the company. i was one of them. feeling like there’s nothing to it, i just simply marched out and started reading.

that’s when my hands started shaking. uncontrollably. and very very visibly. i wasn’t nervous; i could very well have been the best english speaker present. but it was something else… something to do with coins. i guess carrying that shoe box all over the place really strained my arms a bit, so whenever i bring my hands up horizontally, they start to shake.

but of course, the perception was that i was nervous. oh well. maybe i should start working out again. at least i got rm316 out of the whole experience. 😛