..where the itch to spill has to be held back due to FPO training preparations…
FPO training has finally finished, leaving me feeling absolutely free and feeling like a student who has just finished the last SPM paper. It went ok IMO and I managed to answer most of the queries on my own without needing to SOS MS or boss. Built good rapport with the clients as well.
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Work, family and relationships.. Nothing seems to be going right at the moment.
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Just when I thought I love my job, shit happened and boss started to doubt the effectiveness of my FPO training as well. Well, for the first time, it surely cannot be expected of me to be able to answer everything that the clients ask. MS sos-es her to rescue her from the questions for almost every FPO training she had, even the last one I sat in. When I asked boss the questions forwarded, she herself couldn’t answer. So why is she doubting my ability? Or maybe I misinterpreted her statement. But honestly, I think I did well.
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Other than the recent shit that happened at work, I find that I’m starting to like my job. Colleagues are good, visits are nice, beginner training is easy-peasy for me and have started conducting FPO, until the minor hiccup that I could have misunderstood and affected the overall joyous mood. I don’t find client visits tough or dreadful anymore.
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It’s shitty to pick up people’s shit but when that shit is big, heavy, stinky and cost a lot (frankly, I dunno any shit that costs money, maybe fertilizer), it is heart-breaking and tear-dropping. It is indeed very heart-breaking.
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Went for my first client visit to NMedia, the one right next to Timmy’s office. Ironically, I had to go back to the office once the meeting was over! How amusing it was to go back to the office, only to go over again to have dinner with Timmy. Thank goodness I already had lunch with him =) Sort of defeats the purpose of being right next door. But yeah, the excitement was fun =)
Moral of the story: Find out whose client is the office beside your bf’s. Then, work for the company servicing that client. Trust me, productivity, efficiency and client service will definitely improve. So will company expenditure when you submit claims for 8 hours of parking for an hour long meeting.
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Expected annoyance somewhere around May or June but April was kinda quick. So I try not to be an annoyance too but my bf loves me (I hope =P)
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4. During a teacher’s training, I did 2 strange things:
a. I went to the ‘toilet’ bringing along my bag and blazer. Bag is ok but blazer?
b. I went home, leaving my notes behind.
Explanation for strange behaviour: I wanted to leave halfway during a teacher’s training but leaving halfway seemed kinda rude. So I pretended to go to the toilet and once I’m outta that room, bubbye! So that’s why I had to go to the ‘toilet’ with my bag and blazer. The notes were the sacrifice; did consider leaving my blazer and bottle behind and of course, return later to collect them but a Seed blazer and a BUM bottle were too much a risk losing =D
Moral of the story: Don’t talk politics for half and hour when you only have 2 hours for training. Else, people will walk out of your class, especially when their bf is waiting to date them downstairs furthermore in Petaling Street. Actually, I really don’t tolerate people who don’t stick to the time. He pissed me off with his crap that took too much time.
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I’m worried about this scar on my leg. It started when I scratched it and then it turned into a scab. It was there for a long time til my mum asked me to go for a check up but I was too afraid. The scab’s dropped for some time but now there is an occasional pain and also when it pressed against something. It looks just like an external wound and it’s healing, so please dear God, please make it be fine.
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Timmy believes in karma, I only did once-when my phone gave way the very next day after breaking up with a handphone shop owner I dated for 4.5 years. It’s too much of a coincidence isn’t it, the very next day and not once among the various phones I’ve used in that 4.5 years? But maybe, that isn’t karma, that’s pou yeng.
Anyway, my policy is ‘It doesn’t pay to do good’. I stick to that policy bitterly from past experience. There are many cases of Good Samaritans being run over, robbed or murdered helping someone. Timmy said that at least they died helping someone; I said that if they didn’t, they’d be alive. I think I’d rather live a little longer than be a kaypo. And I believe that even if I’d done the good deed this time or next, it doesn’t guarantee that karma will take place. Cos it’s dog-eat-dog world out there and people just don’t care much about you whether you are screaming for help by the roadside or not. But anyway, I finally did the ‘good’ deed this time, but it’s because I had to. And got a little good deed in return =D Hah, whatever. It’s not really a good deed, I don’t see that as a good deed also.
Timmy taruk me when I went out with 20 bucks in my purse. That was because I forgot to withdraw money and also didn’t really see the need to, cos why do I need so much when I am out with my bf?
So what kinda jerk goes shopping with 6 bucks in his wallet??
Answer: A double platinum card holder.
Platinum card holder, but so what?? How could you go out to the Damansara area with 6 bucks in your wallet? It’s barely enough to exit the carpark.
Answer: He’s with his gf.
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It’s absolutely sickening when you hear noise as soon as you reach home and walk in the door. Just the very first step as you push the door open; you haven’t even fully entered the house yet. And it’s absolutely far more sickening to hear the noise before you enter the house.
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Timmy wanted to bring home the 4 kittens found in the training room. Kin said they are ‘anak terbuang sebab mak dia tak kahwin’. I wanted to name them Fandango, Galileo, Figaro and Magnifico. Scaramouche was nice too but it didn’t rhyme with the rest. And when you called Magnifico, you have to call him like Magnifico..o..o. Timmy said they are stupid names =D Well, they are way better than Putih, Tompok, Hitam and Belang. Alternative: Bodoh, Tongong, Bahlul and Goblok =D Sorry, really not a cat person; the only joy I have is naming them Fandango, Galileo, Figaro and Magnifico.
Anyway, the (Malay) colleagues were feeding them powdered milk and biscuits and complaining that they stink next. Duh..who asked you to feed and encourage them? They stank so bad that my MD suspected there was a dead man up on the roof.
To proof the difference in fondness of cats..
‘Kum chung yi kor chek mau, lor hui chou satay la’ –Dennis L.A.M-
My current favourite, still find myself smiling to it to this very day. We had a great laugh when MS told us what Dennis said. Sorry again cat lovers….
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Saw a mother and her son walking back from school that day. He’s in secondary school already, probably form 1 or 2 since it was in the evening, and his mum was carrying his bag as he skipped along in front. What the ..? Then I remembered that my mum carries my brother’s bag to the car every morning as well. And tie his shoelaces and pack his bag too. My bro only knows how to study and nothing else. He poured hot water into a plastic bottle, he pushed the trolley to the cashier and just leaves it there without putting the things on the counter. There are absolutely no living skills in him. Well, my mum who gets vulgarities in Tamil, Hokkien and English doesn’t say a thing, so who am I to say anything to her son? Tired and don’t wanna create further trouble, so I just do my part in providing for the family so to not regret later. I know I shouldn’t be washing dirty linen in public but I’m just so frustrated.
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Timmy&Sue have turned 6 months old last 26/4. Just another day.
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Car repairs costed RM670. Heart bleed.
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The bloody light in my bro’s room still flickers. I am so bloody pissed. I’ve changed the starter, twisted the tube, twisted the tube again and it only lasts for a few days and back to flickers again. I’m so pissed that I wanna smash the pendarflour tube. Then the bloody air-cond’s not cold. And before that, the bloody CD player’s faulty and now, it’s the bloody DVD player. What the fcuk is wrong with everything in my house?
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