Official farewell

Still listening to: Lucky, over and over again

No one actually said anything, so everyone was standing in a circle when I entered the meeting room. Being the centre of attention made me blushed. I am a very blush-ful person despite being one not much of shame =D Big boss started saying something that I chose to leave because I don’t love them anymore and I might return someday. Madam didn’t want to present the souvenir, but had to in the end, saying that she hoped that the training I received would benefit me. Yada yada. I think I gave more training than received any.

I was surprised to see 3 boxes in the bag.



It’s like hantaran, a whole set but it was bought separately la. I like the bracelet most, probably because I’ve been wanting to get one? For once, I have to say that MS’s got good taste =P

Reading the card was quite touching. Guess I’m an emotional, sensitive and sentimental person but I’ve been there for only a year and a half. Getting calls, sms and emails from clients, especially from a feared director, made me feel appreciated =)

Madam teased James if he was delaying things cos he didn’t want me to leave, cos I was important. Then, she rephrased “...cos she is that important”. Kanasai woman. Her unwillingness to present me my gift, her belittling of my new position and her saying that it is difficult to jump among banks: I take that all as being “I’m good” *cocky* Well, if you can’t counter the offer, then don’t talk and fly kite. It was surprising that someone knowledgeable like her thinks that customer research is done once annually (you think this is Nielsen meh!) and that it’s tough jumping from bank to bank. I did my job well right up to the very last day, so the only ‘fault’ I did was to resign.

Waist, boobs and Timmy
I don’t understand why they had to measure my waist and boobs for the pre-employment checkup. I even thought they might wanna make me a uniform (at the clinic hahaha) or something =D I know there is waist-to-hip ratio to see how (un)healthy you are but hips-to-boob ratio? Think I flunk with flying colours =D

And Timmy’s weighing scale really wasn’t wrong: I did lose 4kg after/despite 3 rounds of Yuen. Woot woot! But seriously, I know it isn’t possible but don’t care, it feels good!

It’s good that Timmy will be here. Some shit cropped up but either way, it still needs to be scooped up. As long as it’s faced slowly, it should be fine. Not sure if keeping Emily is a good idea since she’s only a toy, a luxury, not a necessity, but I leave and respect the decision to ‘daddy’.

Quotable quote
“It’s not easy to be Timmy’s girlfriend” –Timmy-

Whoa! If you suck at directions, you could get dumped =D =D

This post means I have arrived at Toyota safely, with Internet! Settled down a bit, boss is not behind me at the moment and found time to steal bones just before I go home =P Real busy, boss sits behind me and the Internet's not so good. But I am so very blessed that I've got MSN, blogger and even signed up for Twitter! Very very blessed. Wishing myself all the best in my career!

Evaluation form

Currently listening to: I’m Yours by Jason Mraz. Got introduced to it through random downloads by Timmy without realising that it’s hot on the airwaves now. Also love Oxygen by Colbie Caillat, though find it slow and boring sometimes.

A few reasons prompted myself to sit down and think what kinda person I am. The reasons:

1. A series of simple things that don’t work out as they would simply should. Which I deduced that as being karma from being a terrible person.

2. I realised that the aptitude test that I did at an interview would see me having split personalities. Yeah, I admit it.

Like one moment, I am thinking that I should be grateful for just being able to see, speak and walk, the next moment I am being greedy for more and not appreciating what I already have. Few incidents really touched me. One day after parking my car near my house, I heard some loud karaoke singing. I was thinking what horrible jerk was that until I saw that it was actually a disabled man sitting on a trolley, singing for money. His partner who was pushing him around, had a deformed leg and was hobbling with crutches. The scene was heart-wrenching. Had it been an able-bodied person push him around, it was already sad enough.

Another is a mental patient who sells ballpens around my office area. We see him now an then while having breakfast. I’m not sure if he really is a mental patient but it is sad to hear those words uttered. They weren’t begging, they were earning a living. Once, he was going around asking for small change for 5 bucks, but everyone shook their heads. He was only asking for change. Ok, so I didn’t look into my bag as well. Maybe things are so bad these days that it is better to avoid trouble.

Ok, now my traits aren’t that important after all. But then, I’ve been wondering what people think of me. Though I always said that I don’t care if people like me or not, I will always be me and will not change for someone. See, I am fickle-minded.

So, I think my negative points are:

a. Do things half-heartedly. It might be because I am tired, but then it might not be.
b. Think too highly of myself
c. Tend to sometimes look down and make fun of people
d. Lazy. Yeah I am so very lazy.
e. Lack drive, will, energy and spirit
f. Have difficulty refusing people

And my plus points are:
a. Childish =D (Is that a plus point or does it belong above? =D)
b. I please people even though I am not pleased (related to point f above). So, I am nice =P

That’s about it. The bad outweighed the good, that is why karma comes? The interviewer asked what are my weaknesses, how could I say that I do things half-heartedly aka letting out a cough at the stairs? I couldn’t think of any and she said “So, you’re perfect?” “Nooo.. I’m not perfect…but…..errrr.. I really can’t think of any..” =D =D

*****
A compilation of hilarious conversation/moments that I gathered over time:

1. Scene: At a tkd class, between myself and Priyitha, a F4 tkd assistant that I don’t layan. She occasionally asks how is my mum, how is my bro, as if she knows them personally. She has never even met them!

P: Hi.. how’s your bf?
Me: Good, fine.
P: What’s his name?
Me: Hatim
P: Huh, what’s his name again?
Me: Hatim
P: What’s his full name?
Me: Mohd Hatim
P: Your boyfriend Malay ar..?
Me: (not answering the question) Why, he looks like Chinese meh?
P: He looks like a Christian.
Me: Hm. Why, Christians have a type of look wan ah?
P: Ya, Christians look like that wan. Is he mixed or pure Malay?
Me: Pure Malay.
P: Hm. (pause) Then he looks weird.

2. Scene: In the train on the way home from Sogo, between me and my mum. There was a very prim-and-proper Chinese aunty sitting opposite us, reading a thick plain-cover book.

Me: She’s reading a Bible.
Mum: That’s why her shirt is buttoned up to the neck.

3. Scene: In Edwin’s car, passing by the construction site of buildings beside Tesco, Bukit Tinggi.

Edwin: Ann, did you apply for any jobs here?

A question too dumb that is not worth answering. M-O-R-O-N, M-O-R-O-N, M-O-R-O-N and Moron’s that’s his name, OH!!

4. Scene: In Edwin’s car on the way to tkd.

Edwin: Ann, can you add the club logo as the background for the webpage?
Me: Cannot. (I’m already being nice with this answer instead of saying “I don’t want to”. It’s my page, it’s not yours and it’s never meant to be yours)
Edwin: Maybe you scan and put it there.
Me: I dunno how to do it. (being nice again instead of singing that song again)

Hello, you can’t create a template merely by scanning an image! It’s really not worth the energy, breath and saliva used to speak to him. He’s the only person who calls me Ann til hearing it sounds jijik now cos it’s associated with him.

Back to the self-evaluation, not sure if I can face criticisms but the last few things I said will surely affect all the positive things that you wanted to say about me! =D Feel free to comment (anonymously if you want to) on what makes Lee Sue Ann, Lee Sue Ann.

P/S I thought of revealing something that would make you know me better, but I changed my mind and decided to keep it to those special to me =) Nah, it’s just something about the spelling of my name, which Lee Sue Ann wasn’t the intended spelling. That is why my birth cert is special and cool! =D