dailies
Thursday, March 29, 2007
1:26 AM
I'm so so annoyed!
I thought I'd get at least a week's holiday but today I was right back at work!
One of the execs badly needed a temp for 3 days.
Then at the bistro lunch, the head of the organisation told me she has reserved a job for me and it starts next monday!
I really wanted to cry.
I know I'm a ungrateful whiny brat but I am so so so tired of working.
I just want to sleep and potter around the house doing my own rubbish.
I hate hate getting up early.
I really don't want to work.
I really want just one week's break.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
11:25 PM
I hate SMU's application form.
It contains a 300 word essay which is another form of an SGC.
I frantically went back to TPJC.net to see if I could retrace my SGC so I could paste it but to no avail. It's irretrievable.
So here I am at 11.30 pm re-writing an SGC and I tell you it is making me absolutely mad.
So I shouted at my brothers on purpose just now and there was a family uproar.
Only my father is allowed to do the shouting in this house you see, and I intruded on his special privilege.
But they totally deserve it those young asses.
They each switched off the roter i.e. twice during my application online out of a guilty conscience. Got scared their daddy would catch the roter on and find out they'd been playing computer games before he appeared.
Naturally it never occurred to them someone else might need to use the internet too.
I just opened Mr Dan's referral letter for me.
I mean I'm grateful that he did it, although it's his duty so I'm not you know overwhelmed with gratitude or something.
But it makes my flesh creep can.
He makes me out to be this Florence Nightingale (community service version).
He wrote in such a way that I sound like a gentle, kindly, benevolent SHEEP.
It's an absolute l.i.e.
I'm extremely mean and quite self-centered.
My parents can (and would dearly love to) write a negative version for me.
I hate HATE SGCs.
And seriously what am I applying to SMU for? I don't like the university although the Social Sciences sound interesting.
But my mom will never give me a break if she finds out NUS FASS is literally my sole application. I mean I applied for Law too but that was a second choice to fill in a blank.
I wasn't applicable for anything else and that was just embarassing! I should should should have done A maths I'm quite regretful now.
Oh well if I had, definitely wouldn't have scored 12 pt for the O's or got my current score for A's.
=))
1:15 PM
I am feeling a bit dazed.
!!!
Who knew people could change so much within a few months??
Wahahaa! It's also rather funny.
=D
I thought maybe I'd be rather envious, but most of it is really just a feeling of wishing her all the best, and kindly interest. Like a granny or something.
But it is funny still although I can't really see why either.
12:36 PM
I'm done with work!
For the time being that is.
My job ended yesterday.
I really wasn't too sorry to leave because I missed slacking at home very much.
But I think I will miss the workplace, it was interesting and convenient and quite pleasant compared to previous workplaces.
Also I will miss Monica; she kept work from becoming intolerably dull.
It really makes a diference when you have someone you can talk to.
And thank you for the chocolate =)
It's raining??!
=(
I was planning to go shoe hunting today....Now I can't.
The only wearable pair of shoes I have for splashy weather are sneakers, and whatever their merits its very inconvenient to try shoes in.
You have to strip off the socks and it takes so long, and even if the sock and your foot are clean and non stinky you can see the salesgirls look put off.
This is so annoying.
I have bought Ayumi Hamasaki's new cd which is really worth the money.
I like her songs plus she is one of those few artistes whose singing keeps on getting better.
I would have liked to buy BoA's new album but I'm not such a fan till I need to watch her mvs and her stupid company doesn't seem to be marketing the cd by itself.
I am so not forking out 20 over $ to buy an extra dvd I won't watch.
Shucks the rain makes me feel like staying indoors.
Ok I'll stay indoors.
Sigh!!! I reserved a dress!!
Oh well I'll be in town again tml.
Joining all the ex-Singtel people who will be reliving the old times and re-enjoying each other's company while Monica and I get a free 3 course meal at the Courts' Bistro. Hee!!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
9:23 PM
Tomorrow the boss of my level, who also happens to an assistant director of the place, is going to take us temps out for lunch.
He's a relation of my aforesaid ah pek colleague, who by the way, is a little unbelievably old-man.
He disapproves of his dad wearing jeans.
Says his dad tries to be hip, running around in jeans the whole day...
I asked him what's so hip about jeans and he sort of implied that a man of fifty-plus shouldn't dress in such an undignified way.
...
Anyway tomorrow's lunch should be interesting!
The two relatives are not at all alike.
Anyway I'm going to be as unspecific about him as I can (which is really hard, he's so one-of-a-kind!) because I've found out one of his hobbies is reading other people's blogs (especially people he doesn't know) and if he finds mine(which thankfully isn't likely since he prefers blogs with intelligent socio-political content, since he's a secret opposition supporter) I'm afraid he'll be pretty hurt, and I really don't want that to happen.
An ego is a really delicate balloon.
Unfortunately he's one of the most interesting incidents that occur at my workplace, although he's terribly monotonous conversation-wise, so I really like to talk about his idiosyncracies here.
Otherwise I'm bored to tears literally there.
I have progressed so far from photocopying and data entry to stapler-bullet-and-excess-paper removal to filing certificates and now am 'checking stamps'.
At first I thought it would be fun since I get to play with the commissioners' chops but mindless work is taking a toll on me!!!!
Plus the ink stinks.
The other interesting happenings are Monica hahaha, and the food they bring up from workshops so the whole office gets to snack.
Also the courier men who come to deliver legal documents on their firms' behalf.
Because you have to ring a bell at the counter outsidethe office to attract the attention of the clerks inside the office who then come to attend to your needs.
Most of them don't like to ring.
Mostly its the Indian couriers who are the funniest, cos they're more vocal.
They always shout "Hallo hallo!" Or, "Anybody home?!"
And then there was one who came in two weeks after CNY and really bellowed "GONG XI FA CAI!"
Today there was one who claimed to be Fandi Ahmad's "very good friend."
Another one asked one of the execs what perfume she was wearing. She asked him why he wanted to know and he replied that she smelled "so exotic" so he wanted to buy that perfume for his girlfriend on Valentine's Day.
The rest of the week I'll be going out again after work.
It's nice to meet people again, but I just want to collapse on the bed and sleep for two days like Marilene.
Friday, March 09, 2007
12:42 AM
It's incredibly confusing.
I don't have a single idea about what I want to do with my life.
I don't have any particular subject I have some great passion or interest in.
Neither am I so wonderfully talented in any particular area.
Just looked at FASS.
They're all telling me to do English Lang, English Lit, and I'm kind of reeling from what I've read regarding the modules.
Study-wise its interesting, but do I really really want to know all the in depth details about the structure of the English language?
No duh.
The Lit modules sound incredibly hard.
Okay, I know everything will be taken to a brand new level but I'm seriously wondering if I can freaking cope with it, let alone get honours and all that.
And the internships are BORING.
I am so not interested in creative writing attachments etc, etc.
I have no intentions whatsoever in that direction.
And what freaking freaking worries me is what kind of job I can get with such a degree.
Economics is a far more practical subject.
Of course, I'll die there.
I'm really lost.
All I'm asking from life is some 9-5 job which gives me at least 2000 a month and I'll be fully content.
The quiz was absolutely right. I should go be a clerk.
Except they don't earn 2000 a month.
AAAAAAAHHH
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
10:56 PM
I shall be jobless by the end of this week.
That means no more $$$. I'm really sad.
I've bought an ipod video! Uber happy. I love ipod, and I love the way they package it! Creative just fades in comparison...!
My ah pek colleague helpfully sent me this website link where they try to guide you towards finding the job (and consequently university course) most suited to your interest and capabilities.
Actually all they do is present these three questions to you:
1) What do you most like to do?
2) What do you do best?
3) What do you find most rewarding?
And the rest is some kind of psychological advice on how to plan blah blah blah.
Which I find
very unhelpful. None of which is my colleague's fault since he obviously saw the light pondering these questions, the website is fundamentally idiotic.
I can answer those 3 questions straight off, and still I will not be able to find myself the perfect job (& uni course).
Maybe my parents should have presented such questions to me when I was in primary school as one grateful parent who wrote in some glowing testimonial for the site...Apparently helpful for his three little girls.
Because after all one's fabourite hobby or talent is not always a marketable one, or else there is no market, hence no opportunities, for cashing in on it.
Or else one has already taken a deviant route.
That's now my idea of utopia: making your living out of doing something you love.
Those people who've managed to achieve this are the ones I envy the most.
Work isn't work to them, but becomes something actually fun, fulfilling, purposeful...
Because working life will be a real pain in the ass.
Anyway I once took this quiz which was suppose to tell you what job you were most suited to based on personality....
And mine was a clerk.
Mailroom clerk.
My mother would freak out. grins.