My Life. My Diary.

Sigh

My favourite reply now is, "It's okay, not important"

It's really not done on purpose but really, I'd voiced out too many times that I felt I am pushing too hard at what I deemed as important which clearly, the other party doesn't feel so. So, seriously, why make it a priority?

I came in office late today and i bumped into my HR manager at the corridor.

Then i came back office late today from lunch and i bumped into my boss OUTSIDE HER office.

This has gotta be my 'darkest' day.

Oh yes, i forgot. my darkest day was when my iphone cracked and I had to pay 350 for it.

Bingo bingo.. stop scratching and jumping on daddy and mummy like we are your curtains aka scratching post can?!

"And this marks THE END of the entry."

4:37 PM

Someone please help me.

Here i am with another blog post. Nothing extraordinary had happened to me as of yet but somehow, I just feel that I barely made out alive from the past few days tornado. People often have the impression that when I'm all equipped with smiles, it's okay to give a little poke and push their luck. What they do not know is that behind all the smiles, lay a thousand knives. Wait a minute. I think i just did a translation from chinese. My Lenovo is utterly useless. I can't type chinese. And a stupid IT woman said I can't open up to more than five windows which would cause a lag in the computer. Hello? I do designs? How can I not have more than five programs open? Some people just have a hole in their brains, not surprisingly I might add. Bingo my little boy has grown to be a little longer, a little more brown, a little more jumpy (literally), a little more scratchy (of anyone including himself) and a little more bitey. He is biting and snapping like a shark now. Not to forget, his teeth are sharp like razors. He aimed for daddy's face last night. It's so scary. Like a little alien snapping away at your face. I managed to teach him 'sit' last night but two things i hope for is that one, he'd remember past last night and second, he'd stop raising his paw like the fortune cat the moment he sit. Bingo, you have absolutely no idea who your parents are don't you. You lucky boy. You'd probably be in shackles right now if you are adopted by other parents. I feel indifferent at work. I just drag, click, enter, type and squint my eyes for 9 hours everyday while listening to the aunties in market in action. Suddenly, I just want to laugh when i recall what i hear from miss loud in front of me yesterday. Miss Loud: yes? Mandarin oriental is it? Guy from the next line (i know because i was the one who transferred the call): blah blah Miss Loud: I know i know. I tell you ah, i call you back later ok? can anot? ok hor? Guy: blah blah Miss Loud: Ah, okay ah? thank you ah! byebye! Frankly speaking, if I'm her boss, my head would be buried into my hands right now and I'd probably hide under my desk. She makes fine wine feels like third grade wine. Why does she talk like a freaking coffee shop auntie?! And did i mention? she use, "Whatever, fine" to our clients. What a smart ass. And what did she say? She said she is leaving because she deserve more pay. *roll eyes a thousand times* excuse me? From the rate our clients stop calling after talking to her, i think she ought to pay her salary x 100 back to the company. The most hilarious comment she ever made: The company would never find another person like me. yeah. The company jolly well should change their interviewer if they still hire someone like her. They should just ask me to start designing a poster for "Closing down sales". Another auntie came to me yesterday. Auntie1: can you help me design poster? Me: Can. What poster. Auntie1: I want A4 size one ah. Me: Huh? You want poster or A4 size? Auntie1: A4 size.. Me: ?!?! okay... -___- Auntie1: I want all four bottles in one paper okay. you think can squeeze in the notes with bottles anot? Me: ya can Auntie1: Really meh? I don't think can. Me: I squeezed 10 bottles in one A4 size before. Can. Auntie1: Oh, i give you some examples ah. *hand me some papers* Me: ok. Auntie1: Mine no rush hor. THURSDAY can?! I think the people here have misconceptions aobut NO RUSH. My NO RUSH is one week in advance. Their NO RUSH is one to two days deadline. what the bloody hell. Can someone tell me why am i forever stuck in a work environment like this? Is it really me or am I just cursed?

"And this marks THE END of the entry."

10:20 AM

My latest update

This blog is almost a forgotten tourist site and therefore, I shall start posting again. Not because I want to gain another one or two more traffic in my blog but I really was too lazy/busy the blog due to the existance of my iphone which has a beautiful spider cobweb design embedded on it's screen now. I'm currently working in a food and wine distribution company at Boon Lay in the aspect of Marcom. However, i feel so much like a graphic designer that I think they should just change my job title. Everyone thinks I'm a 16 legged spider (8 legs aren't enough for them), they keep giving me last minute artworks to be completed though it's stated in the SOP (Ironically sent by my "indirect boss" who gave me less than 8 hours to complete her artwork) that they need to give me all the images etc 2 weeks before deadline. Funny how the company always want money but refuse to invest money because Microsoft 2000 was installed in my laptop (a bulky uncle laptop) and I had to complain to get it upgraded because I can't open the latest file. I think the IT people hate me because I'm such a regular customer of theirs'. I have a lady who likes to murmur and talk to herself. You don't know when she is talking to you because she just keeps talking. And did i mention, she complain and relate to about everything that is happening in the office and her private life. I think some of the people hates me for some reason. They always give me the weird look when i walk pass and they don't dare to sit near me in the canteen. I was told it might be because I am directly under the big boss. But.. really.. wtf? I didn't even talk to them before? So unfair but who cares. I don't need to lunch with them anyway. I am heading down to Singtel at Somerset later. I wonder which idiot planned for the retail servicing for Iphone to be only situated at that stupid centre. I have a little puppy in my house now. To be more specific, a brown and black little puppy who loves whining in my studyroom. After my brother put up the playpen, he seemed to forget all about his potty training. I'm contemplating whether to put him in my room. He sinks his teeth into everything he can get hold of especially my feet and hands. Given an option of a chewy treat and my feet, he'd choose my feet at any given time of the day. "yum yum, mummy feet nice!" I bought so many toys for him, but seem to be of no avail. I got him a trainer too. I just hope he'd grow up to be a really gentle and yet loyal friend of mine. Oh yes, he loves standing on his hind legs for the weirdest reason. I'd not seen any dogs do that much. For mine, it's like he is only taught to use his hind legs to walk. Oh geez.. work time.

"And this marks THE END of the entry."

2:41 PM