Crossed Over To The Dark Side

For the longest time, I've always believed that optimism was my biggest strength. No matter how dire the situation, how much I may rant, I've always believed that I would remain untainted; still loving the world and finding peace eventually.

But after my experience here at RP, I doubt I can ever go back. I've crossed the line. I've crossed into the land of cynical reality; a land where only the harshest truths prevail, and naviety and optimism are crushed faster than the careless flicking away of an ant. I've crossed over to the dark side of adulthood.

The last challenge in the gaunlet has been thrown down. I've been looking forward to this day for, oh I don't know, FOREVER - my last day at RP. I began the day happy enough; doing the happy dance at home, smiling at my colleagues and feeling, well, HAPPY.

But alas, foolish is the soul for believing that evil rests on a day of happiness. My rude awakening, my slap in the face reality check, came in the form of my nice colleague, Hoong Chang. I knew something was amiss when he approached me cautiously and told me not to freak out. He had something to tell me and it was regarding last Friday's incident.

Apparently, my boss, LESLEY, smsed him this morning to tell him that she was not coming into the office today. Ignoring all other duties, she however, remembered that she was supposed to sign my timesheet today. She then told Hoong Chang that because she needed to see the HARD COPY of the LIST OF TASKS I HAD ACCOMPLISHED over this past week, she could not possibly endorsed my timesheet. That cowardly, two-faced, hypocritical snake got Hoong Chang to tell me that I had to go back next week to show her the list of accomplishments, before she would sign my timesheet.

At this point, I turned completely cold within. Something inside of me broke, and I fear it was something at the very core of me. I could no longer explain her behaviour as being exacting. I could no longer just brush this incident off as one of those "Whatever" situations and let it be. How could one person be so fucking unreasonable?

Hoong Chang had the power to sign my timesheet, Hoong Chang had the ability to see the list of accomplishments and verify that I had worked, and then endorse my timesheet. But no, that bloody bitch wants to make me so miserable, probably as miserable as herself, before she can feel vindicated. Maybe this ceaseless torturing, the endless nights of plotting and hatching schemes one after another to make me miserable, is the only highlight of her pathetic, snivelling life. I hate her. I truly do.

Rashidah (my other colleague) once told me that when she was working late with Lesley, Lesley's mother kept calling her and hounding her to come home. I immediately felt pity for her. Pity that such a grown woman (with no apparent husband/boyfriend/friends/life) was chained to her mother, destined to grow old taking care of her demanding, aging mother, and not have a chance to find a partner.

At that point, I truly felt sorry for Lesley. I had only previously read such stories in Her World, and never knew of anyone who faced the same situation. Besides, it's Her World; they're bound to sensationalise. But here was a real-life case. My damn conscience told me to live and let live; that her life was miserable enough.

But I'm sorry, I can no longer be that magnanimous. I asked Hoong Chang if detailing a list of accomplishments was a HR policy; he said no. I asked if it was a boss policy; he ducked his head in embarrassment and nodded. I cannot forgive her. I cannot forgive her actions simply because her life is miserable. There is no excuse for trying to make someone else's life as pathetic as hers. I cannot forgive, I cannot forget.

I'm gonna email her later with my list of accomplishments and ask her to endorse it. I'm gonna ask her to endorse it, and let Hoong Chang sign the timesheet. But I'm not very hopeful. I just know that she's gonna find another excuse to make me pay.

Make me pay for what? Pay for being happy. Pay for seeing the world with rose-tinted eyes, and for being sheltered from the cruelties of reality. Pay for not being in pain.

And she's done it. I am paying. I'm hurt, confused, and mostly, cynical. I didn't cry this time. All I could think of was, "what's the next step?" "how to get my money?" But I hope she understands karma.

What goes around, comes around. And when you mess with a Gemini, the return trip is twice as hard.

Somebody Please Shoot Me

Bloody, bloody hell! I'm down with food poisoning! Do you know how much that sucks? I can't go to work (hello, I'm missing the money, not the work), I can't go out, I can't even think straight. At least now it's just discomfort. Yesterday, I was convinced that I was in the bowels of hell.

I'm not too sure what triggered it off. But I believe it began yesterday at breakfast. I got up, as usual, at 7.10am and went to eat breakfast. That consisted of butter toast, sausage and Vitagen. Now, Cheryl (my sister) ate the same thing, but she seems fine. Which brings me to the conclusion that I was poisoned by the GODDAMN VITAGEN, the only variable in our breakfast.

So anyway, after breakfast, I immediately had a diarrhea attack, but I thought that was normal because whenever I drink milk (be it normal milk or bloody CULTURED MILK) in the morning, I kinda get diarrhea. Don't ask me why I still do it. Sometimes I really suspect I'm into S&M. Anyway.

I went to work, and the attacks started. Initially, I tried to brush them off and concentrated on doing my work. But the time between the attacks became shorter and shorter. Akin to having contractions just before giving birth. Don't try to be a smart ass and ask me how I know what giving birth is like. I don't. But I imagine it must be as painful as food poisoning contractions.

So there i was, squirming in my seat, counting to myself as the waves of pain took over my body. I rushed to the toilet at one point, and had my second attack of diarrhea. After which, I decided, responsible or not, screw the money, I needed to go home. So I told my bitch boss I was outta there, and left.

When I reached home (after taking a freaking expensive cab! half my morning's pay gone!), I swallowed Po Chai Yun and crawled to my bed. I was semi-unconscious from all the pain, but I tried to sleep it off. But the pain became worse and worse. My Dad came home and decided that i had to see the doctor. So in all that pain, I hobbled to the doctor, moaning all the way. I think i might have broken my Dad's arm from all that tight gripping.

So anyway, when I was at the doctor's, the pain was unbearable and I was squirming in my seat, my head resting on my mum's shoulder. And you know what the receptionist did???? She SMILED. GRINNED. Like it was the funniest thing in the world to see a grown woman (me lah) close to tears like a baby. Fucking bitch. I hope you burn in hell for that.

Long story short, I got lots of medicine that knocked me out straight away. I was still attacked by pains, but they were becoming less frequent.

And you know what hurt the most???? I was supposed to have dinner with the KB gang last night. But because i was fucking sick, I couldn't go. Bloody hell. There's nothing worse than having your life screwed up by sickness. Ugh. *pout* And we were supposed to have Ma La Huo Guo. Just thinking about it makes me really, really fed up.

The only highlight was that Fadz, upon hearing that I was sick, rushed out of camp to see me. I wasn't expecting him and was in all my sick glory, but he still cuddled me and tried to sooth my discomfort. He made me laugh and talked to me (ok lah, not a lot. that guy doesn't have much to say), but his sheer presence was a great comfort to me. When I told him wryly that Vitagen had poisoned me because it was too cultured, he snorted and started spouting nonsense like, very cultured meh? does the vitagen speak french? and so on. Muahaha.

Oh well. Another day of not working. But I still need to go to OCBC later. Ugh. Somebody shoot me.

Hate

Oh my god. I hate my boss so much. I'm this seething, boiling mass of hate. You can't imagine how much bodily hurt I want to kill her. For the humiliation and the hurt. For making me nearly cry. For making me hate you; to have my mind replay the scene over and over again, and to plot the different ways in which I can hurt you back. I hate you.

I have worked for RP for close to 6 weeks. All along, Lesley (my boss) has been signing my timesheets with little hesitation. But on Monday this week, she suddenly asked me to document all the tasks that I have done since beginning my tenure at RP. I was outraged cos I have been doing data entry, and she wanted to know how many hours and how many entries I keyed. Fine, I did it. Then for all the little jobs and errands that I did for people, such as photocopying and printing documents, I lumped them under "miscellaneous work". I also had to handle the hotline, which I put as "managed the Helpline". I emailed the document to her, and seeing no response from her, I thought that the matter was closed.

Now, yesterday, I asked her to sign my timesheet at 5.30pm. She was previously in a meeting and I waited until she was done to sign my timesheet. She sighed (like it was the biggest task in the world), paused for effect, then declared that she couldn't sign my timesheet unless I had proper documentation. I told her that I had sent the list to her already. she then replied that she would only sign the timesheet when I produced documentation of my work.

Fine. I cursed a little but because I was still doing work for her, I put aside my timesheet issue and finished the work for her. Soon, she started to leave for home and when I asked her about my timesheet, she asked to see the documentation. I showed it to her and when she saw the "micellaneous work", she sighed damn loudly and proclaimed that it was too vague. So I pleaded with her and said that if she signed my timesheet first (cos I have to hand it up on Monday; my mum was gonna bring it down cos after work would be too late), I would show her the documentation on Monday, with details. She said no. Then I blew up. I quietly informed her that I was not an AA (Admin Associate - perm stuff but home-based), and only a temp.

At this point, Lesley went mad. She yelled at me and said how could I say that I'm only a temp (but I fucking am!), looked at the screen and said "I can't sign your timesheet now, especially now that you say you're only a temp." Pause. "And to think you're from SMU." With that, she threw my crumpled timesheet (cos she was gripping it too tightly) onto my laptop, and walked off. And all my colleagues were still in the office.

I sat fixated to my seat, willing myself not to go after her and bit her head off. I willed myself not to let the tears forming in my eyes spill over. my colleague was rather alarmed at my expression and panickily told me to cool down. I gave her a smile and continued to update the documentation with details. But I was so mad I wanted to hurt somebody. But I didn't. Self-control.

All night, I tried to forget the incident, but I couldn't. I was hurt, angry and frustrated. I wanted to kill her for being a BITCH and INCOMPETENT, for daring to humiliate me this way. Moreover, this means that I will be short of one week's pay. I have to wait till the 10 August to get my next pay.

I'm now in SMU (the new campus), waiting for a Ventures meeting. I just finished a meeting with my OCBC group and the professor. I told them my story and while they expressed sympathy, they told me to apologise. You know, to make things better. After all, she still held the power to withhold payment from me. It was pride, or money. Jolly advised me to draft an apology email to her. Initially, I reacted with shock and distaste, that I had to wayang and kow tow to such a motherfucking bitch. But they were right - it's all about people management, especially difficult people. So I agreed. The only thing was, Jolly wrote the email for me. In my state of mind, he was afriad that I would type something that would only worsen the situation. The email is attached:

Hi Lesley,

Good morning.

I agree with you that there is a need for accountability, regardless of whether I'm an AA or temp staff. I also agree with you that "miscellaneous work" was too vague, and it is important for accountability that more details be included.

I would like to sincerely apologise for yesterday's incident. Please regard this as an isolated case. I will ensure that my future timesheets will be accompanied by proper and detailed documentation. I will also bear in mind to seek your approval for my timesheet at an earlier notice.

It has been an excellent learning experience working in RP. I hope we can look forward to a fresh start.

Please accept my sincere apology.

Regards,

Joanne Chan
org-temp2
Office of Registrar

How nice right? If only she knew how much venom was in every word. If only she knew how much I despised her and wanted to see her dead in front of my. Ah, if only she knew.

Hate is an amazing thing. It can make you feel so miserable, and yet, when enraged, you feel so much adrenaline coursing through your veins. It makes you want to do something, which you may or may not regret later. I'm glad that I talked things through with Jolly. At least I can see some damage control being done.

But I never forget. Never. She will pay, mark my words. She will.

Ding Dong The Bitch Is Dead

Hoho, remember when I was screaming my lungs out over the office bitch? Well, well, well, what comes around, goes around. Apparently, the head boss (my actual boss) doesn't like her either. And so on Friday (I was blissfully away on leave), Rashidah (the bitch) was informally told to get lost. Well, probably more polite than that. In any case, she is only a permanent temp stuff (is there such a thing???) and she wasn't doing a good enough job. So bye bye bitch. My head boss even has someone else in the wings waiting to replace her already. Ah, how the mighty have fallen.

I did express some sympathy for her. No, I'm not a two-faced bitch, I'm just a soft-hearted bitch. Even though she took me as her personal slave, you can't help but pity her somewhat that she was treated this way. To be treated so callously. Ouch, man, ouch.

My head boss is another 2-faced bitch. Asshole. After working for 1 1/2 months under her, she suddenly decides that it's important to know what I've been doing and unceremoniously asked me to list out what I have done so far. How many hours a day, how many FREAKING DATA ENTRIES I KEYED.

Eh fucking bitch, you think I can be bothered to remember ah? After a while everything looks the same. You think I'm so free to go and count how fast I type meh? Siao. Bo Liao. EeEuuugggghhhhhhhhssss. And you make me man the bloody phone line after the ticking time bomb you dropped on the students. You ask me to tell you how many calls I made in how many hours. Oy stupid, it's the people calling in can, not the other way! You think it's fun to be yelled at for 6 hours straight over the ineptitude and incompetency of the school administration which I am not even part of! You think it's nice to be nagged at for 10 minutes and miss 86 calls in the process then have to do call back???? Bitch.

So I anyhow did it. Not happy ah? Fire me lah. Big deal. I'm quitting soon anyway. Not responsible? Can't find replacement? Go shit yourself. As if I care.

Fadz finally got a new phone! Ahh, I think I was more excited than him. I'm so glad he has finally decided to replace his lao pok, no MMS, no colour, no poly ringtone phone. It was a bloody Nokia 8250 lah! I had that in Sec 2! Yeah, so he now has a Nokia 6610i. Not terribly advanced, but a big leap. And haha! It has camera function! Guess whose face you would see more of... :P

Memories For The Old Age

Wahaha, so exciting! My first blog entry on my spanking brand new laptop! The gloriously small and ultra light IBM X-41! For those of you who knew its predecessor, the monster of an ACER laptop, you would understand why I'm so crazy over my new laptop! And I'm naming it... Princess!

What an absolutely fun weekend. Met up with old friends, caught up on the gossip, and basically indulged in socialising, socialising and more socialising. Haven't done that in a long, long while. Well, at least not socialising that did not involve the boyfriend. A nice change indeed, even though I wish Fadz knew my friends better. Back in AJ, I knew his entire class, and he sort of knew mine. But now, I don't even know who his army buddies are, and he only knows my SMU friends on a face basis. Oh well, another problem for another day.

First up: Pictures from my dinner with the 12/02 peeps. Who turned up? As usual, I spent most of the time dissing Edwin, cos he's just too easy a target. Almost takes away the fun. I also had fun poking Meng Loon in all his silliness.

Group shot!

Meet the food from Out of the Pan at Raffles City. I love the crepes. They are so delicious they border on sin.

Yummy, yummy, tomato crepe stuffed with smoked ham

Me, 3rd sergeant Meng Loon, Jing Xian, psycho commando Edwin

Me and Hui Min (she wanted me to go to a ButchHunt to support her girlfriend!)

Fastforwarding to Saturday evening. After putting in the requisite hours for OCBC, i rushed home to get ready for the Bukit Panjang 45th Anniversary Dinner! So exciting! A time to see who has made it, who hasn't, who looks better, and who looks best with a bag over the head. LOL, to see and say hi to people who once made a difference in my life, be it by making me laugh, cry, or even smile. It was definitely poignant and seeing the old school brought a lump to my throat. I love BP so much it's unbelievable. The school gave my some of the best memories of my life, and everywhere I turned, old snatches of events would replay in my mind. My best friends were made in BP, my heart was first broken in BP, my face was smashed in BP by a volleyball.. so many, many wonderful (?) memories. But that night was one to creat memories too. The only mar to the whole night was that stupid, thick-skinned MING Xin joined our class for the dinner. Oy, imposter, extra, you're not part of the class. You sit there with no one talking to you, very exciting meh? Cheah...

Posing for the camera before stepping out of the house. I'm vain, so what? Put in so much effort to go to a hot field, must take a photo before the makeup is destroyed. I happen to LIKE this photo.

My beloved volleyball girls on our beloved volleyball court!

The 206 classroom where I used to run havoc and amok! Ahhh.. those were the days of stupidity and blissful ignorance to the nth degree...

I was stuck between Goh too-much-eyeliner Hui Yee and Er Chee-Ko-Pek Siong Chie. Yeah. How fun. I also know.

The closest I got to the GOH, SM Goh Chok Tong - Seeing him on the big screen. And yes, the vultures known as the reporters harrassed the poor man the whole night regarding the NKF saga...

I couldn't resist! Muahaha, introducing the No. 1 and No. 2 (shuai ges) of my class. Although No. 2 looks like an ape here. He really did look a lot better in person. Honest. (Left: Wei Yi. Right: Kai Jie)

Of course I had to pose with the infamous Wong Jun Jie. Looks like an Ah Pek right??? Somemore still dare to ask me to sit on his lap. Box him ah!

Other highlights of the evening: Mrs Doreen Soh getting the long service award for 32 years of teaching. Mr Sim Hai Sha got his for 38 years, the longest serving teacher in BP. When he went on stage, old and young ex-pupils of his stood up and gave him a thunderous ovation. We truly love that grandaddy of ours. It was such a great moment to see all his old, old pupils cheering him on. Sniff. Almost makes me want to be a teacher. Almost.

But I believe the best moment came when we all stood up to sing the school song. AJ's school song - who gives a fuck? But BP? We remember it word for word. Both the English and Chinese version. And even the old, old pupils were singing the Chinese version. It was really heartwarming.

Of course, that wonderful moment had to be spoiled by stupid, enthusiastic ex-councilors who burst out into the BP Rap. Haiz... And yes, I did cheer along.. I can't help it.. It came out before I could stop it.. It was all that brainwashing and training, I swear!!

Yeah, his fault. Bleah...

Haha, I was in top cheesy grin form. See you all in 5 years time!

Reconnection

The worse thing about dating an NSF (aside from the fact that you can only see your boyfriend on weekends) is that gradually, you find yourself losing touch with your friends. As weekends are the only time I can meet Fadz, I tend to schedule my weekends so that I can spend maximum quality time with him. I've been comforting myself with the idea that hey, since my girlfriends aren't stuck in camp on weekdays, I can always catch up with them then. But it's not that simple. Most people are either dead tired from working or studying that evenings are usually not a great option to go out. So how do I meet my friends who can only spare the weekends? I don't.

If I'm lucky (or not so lucky, depending on how you view it), Fadz gets stuck in camp doing duty and then I see myself scrambling to schedule some appointment with my dearest friends. Frankly, it's unfair to my friends, whom I suspect hold the grudge of being second in importance. But I am really trying my best! Please be understanding... And I know it's tough on Fadz too. He wants to spend more time with me, hence alienating his old friends. I can't remember the last time he went out with his RI friends. I doubt he even calls them anymore. He doesn't want to hang out with his army buddies. Like he says, "Why the heck would I want to see them during my off days when I see them all week?" But I know he misses male companionship (non-army related) and I wish I could be more understanding and encourage him to go out with him males buddies, but I can't; I'm too selfish. If we want this relationship to survive this stinkhole called ARMY, spending time together is vital. They often say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Let's not forget the other saying: out of sight, out of mind.

But moving on to a more pleasant thought, these 2 weeks are a time for reconnecting with those I have neglected. Attended Becky's birthday party on Sunday. Ok, so they are not officially close friends of mine, seeing how it's an association thing (I'm Fadz's girlfriend hence they became my friends too), but it's still nice to see them. I'm glad I'm not treated like some outsider; they talk and laugh and joke with me, plan vacations and holidays, and of course, catch up on the latest gossip. There's nothing worse then going to a party and being left alone to twiddle your thumbs.

But they're not the only people I'm catching up with, check out my upcoming week's schedule:

Monday: Work (RP, 9am - 6pm) :: OCBC Meeting (OCBC, 7pm)

Tuesday: Work (RP, 9am - 6pm) :: OCBC Meeting (SMU, 7pm)

Wednesday: Work (RP, 9am - 6pm) :: OCBC Meeting (tentative) OR Meeting Li Wern & Pris

Thursday: Work (RP, 9am - 6pm) :: Meeting 12/02 classmates (City Hall, 7pm)

Friday: Work (RP, 9am - 6pm) :: Meeting Fadz (tentative)

Saturday: OCBC Meeting (SMU, morning - afternoon) :: BP Anniversary Dinner (BP, 7pm)

Sunday: Fadz, Fadz, Fadz

Wah, it's exhuasting just typing it. But it'd be fun doing all that socialising. Eh KB Gang, when are we meeting up???? Let's go KTV, baby!

Oh yeah, Jun Jie got me a last minute ticket to the BP Anniversary Dinner... erm, I've decided to go. Would be nice to see all those idiots again. I'll take lotsa photos k?

Hai, I hope OCBC pays me soon. Would be nice to have some extra moolah. They keep hedging on the pay issue. I'm getting truly, truly, pissed off at those buggers. Talk about unprofessionalism. Salad is visibly the most upset, Crotch is mildly concerned, and Jolly is still trying to play the nice man and listen to all sides and sit on the fence and have no opinion of his own. Well baby, perhaps it's time you started to think about your own welfare and act like a Project Manager. Your team mates are about to revolt, yeah.

And the guy from OCBC, let's call him Mr Ratface, keeps sweet talking us and telling us that he will get this issue sorted out ASAP. Eh hello, bloody fool, you said that same sentence a month ago. So much for being the "ACTION" man. In the end, still execute the NATO policy: No action, talk only. You are asking for faith in your ability to do what you say. Eh, this is not some freaking religion; this is business. I don't believe in faith, I believe in trust. Faith requires you to believe in something unproven and unknown. Trust involves KNOWING you can believe and have reason to believe. I have neither for you right now, Ratface. And I'm fast losing RESPECT as well.

Show Me The Money, Baby!

Singaporeans Ain't That Bad After All

Sometimes, a few events can shame you into thinking that you're a horrible and uncourteous person. But at the same time, it makes you realise that there are good people out there.

I'm not the nicest person in the world. Quite far from it. Ok, occasionally I give up seats to old people on the train, and pick things up for people, but that's pretty much it. And if I'm in a foul mood or just too damn lazy, I won't even bother to get up from my seat. Damn my screaming conscience and all.

But then you witness some events that make you want to be a better person. Or at least believe that eventually, you'd become that nice too.

I was on my way home from my facial and basically, I was awed by the seemingly simple, yet kind gestures of some Singaporeans (well, at least I'm assuming that they're Singaporeans). This elderly uncle gave up his seat to this harrassed father who was carrying a sleeping toddler. The father was so tired that he prompted fell asleep after settling down.

One seat was dirty and people just shunned away from it or walked to another seat. This man attempted to sit down, but only on the peripheral and hence took up 2 seats. This nice Indian lady from the opposite row took out a packet of tissue and passed it to the man to wipe the dirt away. Once comfortable, the man then gave up his seat to this elderly woman.

But the cutest moment had to be was when a seat freed up in the row, 4 people shifted one seat to the left so that 2 friends could sit side by side.

I know these gestures may not seem earth-shatteringly significant, but if I was on the receiving end, I think it would have made my day. :)

So to all the detractors out there, Singaporeans aren't that apathetic after all. Sure, you read stories about people copying down the license plates of vehicles in an accident, or of adults shielding their vision and nonchalantly looking away as an old man struggles on a crowded bus. But there are so many stories that don't make it to the front newspaper that are nonetheless equally important. To such nice Samaritans, I salute you.

By the way, have you ever wondered why nobody smokes on the train? Don't tell me it's an obvious question, because really, it's not. People still eat and drink on the train. Why not smoke? Seriously, if you saw someone smoking, would you walk up to him and tell him to stop? Very few would. But surprisingly, people automatically obey the law. If you were on the New York sub, you would see people eating burgers and some are even smoking. I know, I've seen it. But here in Singapore, even the angmohs and potheads obey the law dilligently. Is it something in the air that makes people afraid to break the law in Singapore? Or is our "FINE EVERYTHING" stance so terror-inducing that all who walk this country automatically bow to this greatness?

Oh well, it's really to our benefit. At least when I walk into the train, I know I won't be greeted by that pungent and choking smell of cigarette smoke. LOL, oy friends of mine who smoke, I won't object, but doesn't mean I have to like it either. Second hand smoke isn't my idea of a fun night.

If only there could be a law against BO in public transport.

New Blog Skin!

LOL, got a break from data entry hell today. Am helping out another colleague. But it turns out to be an easy assignment: I get to sit around all day and not do anything except hand out forms to students. I even get to use my laptop.

Ahhh... Peace. Serenity. And so, I found time to change my blogskin, in between the twiddling of thumbs and all. Like it? Like it? Very girly, right? Haha, to all those people who can't stand purple or girly pictures, bugger off. This skin reflects my whimsical and feminine style. Haha, don't puke at the screen.

Sianz man, haven't seen the Fadz man for 2 weeks. He's stuck in camp for some stupid nation standby. I think I might be suffering from withdrawal symptoms. Urgh, I'm such a wuss.

I'm soooo glad that it's finally Friday! Oh gosh, this was seriously the week from hell. So many shitty things happened to me that I was convinced I was suffering from bad karma. I shall now perservere to not kill gross insects (except crockroaches - they don't count) and be nicer to people so that my good karma goes up a notch.

Yeah right.

Hello, it's me. Not bitch about poor working conditions and stupid, incompetent people? Wait long long lah. Oh shit, I am so going to suffer for that comment. What next? Fall down a flight of stairs? Slip on a banana peel? Oh well. :)

Can't wait for this Sunday! Can finally throw my arms around my chocolate-skinned darling and french him into insensibility. LOL, yes, my withdrawal symptoms are that bad. So there. Ok, shall not gross you out with further details.

Besides, Sunday also marks Becky's birthday celebration - Fadz's classmate in AJ. For some reason, I became closer to his classmates than mine. Classic case of relationship over friendship. You know how you enter a relationship and his friends become your friends? I remember sitting with his class instead of mine during common lectures so that I could be with him. Breaks, lunch, outings and gatherings, I would end up hanging out with his friends. No big wonder I wasn't close to my own classmates. Oh well. At least now they still call me up occasionally to go out. And, I will have my spies when Fadz enters NUS. hiak hiak hiak.

And the celebration is a potluck style dinner. Which means I have to cook. Hey Mandy, does teriyaki chicken sound ok?

In case you're wondering if I'm some domestic goddess and can cook up some exotic Lebanese dish, I can't alright. Whether food turns out ok, it depends on your luck. So no gaurantee there.

Ok, now back to aimless surfing.

Salvation.. When Will It Come?

Oh. My. God. Someone PLEASE save me from minimum wage and data entry hell. I'm burning! I'm burning!

In case you haven't guessed, I HATE MY JOB. Yes, I absolutely hate it. There is only so much data entry I can take before I'm thinking of killing myself. And since I'm on the 7th floor, there's a good chance that I'd die instead of just maiming myself if I choose to jump.

So why am I so miserable? Well, you would be too if you're treated like the fucking slave of the entire department. Couple that with being the personal laptop of a certain someone, and you might just understand what I'm going through.

Need a recap? I'm doing admin at Republic Poly, which, by the way, is one fucked up, screwed up, damn piece of inefficient shit. Aaarrrggggghhh!!!!!

So here I've been for over a month, typing away at my stupid computer, data entry after data entry after data entry. Occasionally, the RP phone would ring and I would have to spend 15 minutes listening to people yell or scold me for DARING to inform them that their child's school fees are way overdued and blah blah blah. That is still sort of tolerable. I can make faces and curse them in my heart.

But what really, really gets my goat is that I'm chained to this woman called Rashidah. She's the perm Admin Associate at my department and basically does what I do, just full-time (*snort*). But she's a piece of work, man. She equates my presence as the chance to milk me of all my energy and make me do all sorts of piddling jobs.

Joanne, can you go down and get the mail?

Joanne, can you go upstairs and get this signed?

Joanne, can you call this person and get his full name?

Joanne, can you insert this paper into the printer? Stay there, stay, collect the printout... great!

Joanne, can you rub my foot? Kiss my ass? Spit on your damn face!!!!!

Yes, I am full of rage. And my working conditions have only deteriorated. After being made to move desks once when a new perm staff came, I was kicked out of my second desk because another new perm staff was added a week later. So where did I go? I didn't mind sitting at the conference table. Whatever. But nooooo, Rashidah had to insist that I share her table with her, so that I can COMFORTABLY sit next to her and work. The fucking table is too small lah! And your bloody chair keeps knocking into mine whenever you turn around!

So now that I'm literally chained to her, she fires commands at me whenever she needs something done. And because she's so inefficient and lazy and gross, she can't get off her chair to do something as simple as get the RP official letterheads from another colleague 2 steps away.

You tell me, how not to get angry? On top of everything I have to deal with, she thinks that I'm a blinding idiot. Just because I'm not careful doesn't mean I'm stupid! And the thing is, I admit, I was careless and not meticulous while doing the mountain of data entry (duh, I was falling asleep). So I told Rashidah and said that I would double check everything again. She rolled her eyes and said whatever. Then she looked closer at the screen and discovered a mistake. A fatal one. One that occurred even before I did anything. And of course, she pushed the blame to another department. So if I did not own up to my mistake you would not have discovered that error which was worse! At least I had the guts to admit what I did wrong! How bout you, you COWARD! So now I have to redo everything. And she had the cheek to tell me that I should break up the work into little pieces so that "I wouln't get confused". And when I was keeping the paper and put everything together, her 2 stupid brows furrowed and she dared to innocently say, "But you might get confused if you put them together." Eh asshole, not everyone has her brains stuck up her ass can. Get a FREAKING LIFE and a FREAKING BRAIN.

I think the best (or worse) part of this whole "academic" experience is that even the other perm staff can't stand her. Sucks man.

So in conclusion, I hope she stuck in stupid, low-paying admin jobs for the rest of her stupid life. I can't believe she dares to tell people that she has a double major business degree from Australia. Cheah. Very big meh?