Wednesday, March 17, 2010

OMFG

My two male colleagues were trading barbs in the office in a very unmanly way, and unthinkingly, I blurted out...

"Can the two of you don't be so gay?"

AND A GAY EDITOR SITS JUST BEHIND ME.

OMFG.

The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I was screwed.

I didn't have to turn around to know that said editor shot me a death glare, which was subsequently confirmed by one of the male colleagues.

FML.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Universal Studios Singapore is mad fun!

Ok, so there are perks to the job sometimes.

And one of it is getting to go for sneaks and premieres!

Got sent for a sneak preview of Universal Studios today.. and although I still had to do a story, it was worth it!


Only managed to take photos of the entrance. After that, it was pretty much Girl Gone Wild.

Screwed up my guts to get onto the Battlestar Galactica.. but the tamer version.


There are two rollercoasters charging at each other at top speed, but I can only take the PR's word for it.

Travelling at 90km/hr, my eyes were closed for most of the ride and I screamed all the way through. Longest bloody 90 seconds of my life.

Also tried the Jurassic Park Rapids Adventure...


Got completely soaked and dizzy cos it's like a bumper car/spinning tea cup ride in the water.

And ironically, I was ok after all the rides, but wanted to puke after taking an SBS bus ride home later tonight. T__T

Another perk of the being the media?


Limited edition lanyard with special USS pins!! Excuse the crappy handphone pic quality.

And of course, I got sucked into the whole LOOK AT ME, SHINY MERCHANDISE allure, and ended up buying this...


Scream!! I waved it in front of my boss and he simply shook his head. Nothing rattles my boss.

Of course, since I'm certified office bimbo, people actually started offering me condolences when David Beckham got injured.

LOL. Good Day.

P.S.: Also did my appraisal today. Less appraisal than complain session.

Somehow, plenty of vitriol spewed out, practically a laundry list.

And then my boss kept asking me if I was serious about leaving after 1 more year.

Huh. I don't think I gave him a convincing answer. So I think I may have screwed up. Corporate bullshit 101: never give anyone the idea you're quitting. that might screw up increments/bonuses etc.

Oh well. We shall see. Either he was serious about wanting me to stay, and hopefully we can improve on my work... or I get thrown into cold storage.

Que sara sara.



Tuesday, March 09, 2010

The God Complex


Just need to get something off my chest. It's making my blood boil and skin crawl.


See, when I was just a happy little radio reporter, I was surrounded by similarly happy folks.


Folks who are simple, folks who understand they're just doing a job, folks who had a sense of humour, were not overworked to the point of being utter cows, and more importantly, did not have a sense of self-importance.


Fast forward to present circumstances.


I'm not sure what it is about being on tv, but it seems to give you a sense of invincibility.


Like, you're all that matters, every word that drips from your mouth is the golden truth and indisputable, and if something does crop up, cover your ass in triple quickness by foisting the blame onto someone else.


And most importantly, thinking that your opinion is god's word.


So anyway, there's this superior whom i'm not entirely fond of.


It's not a personality thing, it's just a I can't believe I have to stand here listening to you talk when you have no idea what you want and throw 10 billion ideas for a single story thing.


Most time, I nod, space out, utter some guttural sound that remotely resembles a "yes" and pray that it's over as soon as possible.


But said person threw down the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.


Long story short, when said auntie who reminds me of those obasans who tattoo their eyebrows and wear artificial bright pink lipstick and highly patterned, tight-fitting, low-cut clothes offers ME fashion advice, that crosses a bloody, bloody line.


And just as a clarification, she delivered it as if it was a sacred word of God and in a highly smug, self-knowing, pitying manner.


EXCUSE ME, JUST BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO DRESS DOWN ON A DAY WHEN I 'M SIMPLY STARING AT A COMPUTER DOES NOT MEAN I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO BE "PROFESSIONAL".


AND FYI ON DAYS WHEN I KNOW I'M APPEARING ON TV, MY KENNETH-COLE CLAD ASS SURE AS HELL LOOKS A BILLION TIMES BETTER THAN YOU COULD EVER DREAM OF.


AND ADDING TO IT ALL, YOU REMIND ME TO SHOP FOR JACKETS, AND GIVE ME FASHION ADVICE???? ARE YOU BLIND WOMAN?


The irony of the start of of this post and the latter portion is not lost on me.


Well, you force me on tv, don't be surprised when I turn into one of you self-important people. Except, you didn't realise that I was a mega bitch to begin with, so SUCKS TO YOU.


ok, now i'm done.

Monday, March 01, 2010

Wow, have neglected the blog for a whole month.


Always plan to update but somehow... after the life-force is sucked out of me at work, I barely have energy to wash off my makeup.


Anyway, thought I'd drop an entry about the hazards of being my boyfriend.


Had to do a story about weather (don't ask) and was in NUS to interview a climate change expert.


Since my boss asked for man in the street response about how Singaporeans are keeping cool in the weather, I put two-and-two and made an SOS call to Fadz.


And that's how he got coerced to appear on tv. Teeheehee...


What? Nepotism? Eh no. He's also a man, on the street, with an opinion what.


Ok, shall try to post something about my New York trip soon!!