Oh What A Gloomy Day

Can I just say how much my day sucked yesterday?

On a scale of 1 to 10, it definitely received at least an 8.

So there I was, going about my day, doing my job, attending press conferences and what not.

And since what I was doing was quite significant, the normal SOP is to file a live report over the phone.

And when I mean live, I do mean live, as in I'm standing by on my handphone, waiting for the DJ to cue me in and me rattling off my news piece.

So anyway, this DJ evidently doesn't know how to work all the buttons. So 5 minutes before airtime, she calls, puts me on hold, and there I am, standing with my handphone stuck to my ear, waiting for my cue.

My cue comes, I take a deep breath, and start talking. Two seconds later, I hear the DJ going on air, moving on to the next story.

You know why? You know why? Cos she didn't know which button to press to unhold me and patch me through.

RAGE!

So I had to call back and was put on air after the break. But the venue I was at was in the process of being cleaned up. And even though I asked for the vacuum cleaner to be switched off while I filed my report, they just carried on cos they couldn't wait anymore.

And they started moving furniture!

So if you were tuning in to my live report at that moment, you could hear the vacuum cleaner, a chair being plonked down next to me, and lots of people talking in the background. All of which wouldn't have happened if the DJ had just patched me in properly the first time.

Dead air for 5 seconds is a criminal offence in my world! OH MY GOD!

So I stomped back to my office, and my editor requested that I do my report again in the studio, because it was simply too noisy. So I stepped in, see the DJ, and she's like "blah blah blah, I'm so sorry for blah blah blah. Do you forgive me?"

Bleah. I stomped to my boss' office to complain and immediately she called the DJ's supervisor. I hate to be a bitch but come on, you put me on hold for so long, evidently I was on hold, I could hear you, and you didn't know how to patch me through? You've been doing the same job for the past 1 year!!!!

And after that, I had to cut the soundbites and put together a story properly. 10 minutes before airtime, my sound files and system go berserk on me. I can't save any edits, my soundfile is a flat line waveform. MASSIVE PANIC ATTACK.

And it was just my computer! When I reloaded it on another computer, it worked fine!!!

Adding to my woes, I'm sure some of you must have read by now, my company is implementing shorter work weeks and enforcing 2 days of unpaid leave a month.

Translation: My annual pay package is essentially cut by a full month. How to live like that? I don't know how to live within my means. I don't what it means to shop less, or eat at less expensive places, or socialise less.

And you don't need to remind me about the hardships that other people are facing. Yeah yeah, I got no mortgage, no family to support, blah blah blah. If you're one of those people, I'm genuinely sorry for your difficulties.

But that doesn't mean I appreciate having to make changes to my lifestyle. What a killjoy. What's there to look forward to in life anymore?

Anyway, the evening capped off with my colleagues going on and on about her ex-lover. Cos I know him as well, she was like "XX this" "XX that". I was so pek chek that as we were waiting for cabs after work (around 11.30pm), I practically ran onto the expressway in desperation to get a cab and get away from her.

Now I know the torture Kristin and Sylvia went through went I broke up with the Fadz-man. Worse still, I'm the leaky tap that just won't stop flowing. My apologies for the hysterics and whatnot.

Like I said, yesterday, really, really stank.

And yeah, I'm in a bad