tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986373579507750572024-02-08T19:54:37.161+08:00Life of A Call Centre AgentMy Life, part of me. Been in this industry since outta schooling days. Read on to check out some annoying, funny, interesting stuff that happens in the daily life of a call centre agent.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-61785832723125809562012-05-01T20:17:00.000+08:002012-05-01T20:17:08.216+08:00New Chapter, New Life (Teaser)Ahoy, matey.<br />
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Just when you think this space is away inactive for almost a year, you would've thought that it's been removed/deleted. Well, you're wrong! I'm back. Right back at cha!<br />
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As usual, gonna leave this as a teaser for you lots. There's been lotsa saucy stories throughout this whole year (well, almost) <br />
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Til then, trust me. Loads are comin' right up, very soon.<br />
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Stay tuned. Peace out!sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-70094785755908977182011-07-27T20:54:00.000+08:002011-07-27T20:54:00.962+08:00This MorningSomething happened this morning that really irked me off. Just wanna get this off my chest once and for all.<br /><br />Those who know me, my work starts goddamn early these days. As time goes by, I’ve got used to the timing, so as to my body clock. So as usual, I’ve gotten my lazy ass up my comfy, stinky yet full with “flavor” bed, prepare to go work.<br /><br />Every morning, I’ll take the same route from my house to work regardless of weather, traffic condition.<br /><br />But when I got to the very corner to a small road just right outside of my house, there were couple of local authorities setting up road blocks for some god-fucking-know reasons, as early as 5 in the bloody morning.<br /><br />Yeah. You saw what I typed. 5 in the fucking morning!!! Haven’t they got anything better to do in this wee hour rather than setting up road blocks???<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VHg_gkYYDS8/TjAIVovxyfI/AAAAAAAABI4/Oho47e5Ony4/s1600/my-mind-is-full-of-fuck.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VHg_gkYYDS8/TjAIVovxyfI/AAAAAAAABI4/Oho47e5Ony4/s320/my-mind-is-full-of-fuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634012301648579058" border="0" /></a><br />I was in a rush. I was thinking to myself, I ain’t done no wrong, I’ve got all the paperwork with me. The car is in perfect shape, there shouldn’t be any problem of me getting through these pile of dung in front of me.<br /><br />As expected, got stopped, checked, but was advised to pull over, quite rudely by that i-think-he’s-junior local authorities. Reason?? I didn’t get my seat belt on.<br /><br />Incensed by his attitude, I pulled over. I have this thought in my mind that I ain’t giving anything to him but my paperwork. If you wanna gimme a piece of that shitty summon, please get on with it. I haven’t got the luxury time to talk about it at this wee hour. I’ve got a job to do downtown and I don’t wanna be late for it.<br /><br />Then came a different local authorities, which I think he’s more senior than the previous cock-sucker-junior. Checked through my vehicle, both internally and externally, came over me and the below conversation illustrated:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">M: Yours truly</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">S: Senior</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">S: Good morning, Sir.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">M: </span>*stil abit pissed* <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">morn’.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">S: Where are you heading this early hour, Mister?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">M:</span> *you think you’re the only one working at this wee hour?? Me too, you fuck-tard!* <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Work, gonna be starting in next 25minutes, and will be late if you haul me off here, wasting more time.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">S: Rite. Where’s your office?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">M: Downtown.</span> *given him full address, sarcastically*<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">S: Do you know that you didn’t have your seat belt on, that’s why we have you pulled over?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">M:</span> *seriously, you’re not even traffic police, by the book, you have no rights to ask me to do that*. <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Yea. Sorry ‘bout that, ain’t got the time to do so since I’m rushing and it’s so early in the morn’.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">S: Rite, please remember to have your seat belt in future, yea? Here I return your paperwork.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">M: OK. Got it. Thanks.</span><br /><br />That went well.<br /><br />Believe in karma, you give people shit, you get the shit back in your face.<br /><br />Do not do what you don’t want onto others, for that will come back to haunt you one fine day.. and karma’s a bitch.<br /><br />Fuck!? What the hell am I babbling about now??!?! Scrap that, ignore it. That wasn’t meant to be in here. Geez.<br /><br />Sped off after the road block in early hour. Reached office just in time, 3 minutes before my actual work hour start. Godamnit. Was rushing like a mad dog after that road block.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-77327898226065335222011-07-26T21:07:00.001+08:002011-07-27T21:05:09.815+08:00Old MeAnother 2 weeks have passed since my last entry. If you remember what I typed in the very last paragraph of it, I said I’ma take a step back and “review” the sole purpose of this cyberspace of mine.<br /><br />Well. I came to a conclusion. I chose to return to the sole purpose of this place. Rant, but in a different way. For things that I’ve spouted for the past year on Motivator and his buncha cronies, let it be gone with the wind. Yea. He doesn’t worth the space, the time, the energy of mine in here.<br /><br />Got a big one here that I’d like to share with ya’ll though.<br /><br />I’m sure all my readers are a card member yourself. Regardless of the card type, you are an owner of a plastic issued by financial institution. There will be times that you really need to speak to someone, a human voice, non-machine operated voice system to clear things up, there will be time that you just can’t figure out why on earth is this entry bloody appearing in your monthly statement. Hence, the job of customer service are available all across the globe.<br /><br />The below is an excerpt of a conversation that one of my dear friends has encountered recently that will really ticks you off. Trust me, it will. Enough with bullshit, let’s get this thing rollin’.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">A: Agent</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C: Caller</span><br /><br />*The call opening & verification bullshit are a must in this industry, so I’ll just skip it*<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C: I want to have the imposed fees being written off immediately.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">A: Of course......</span>*was abruptly ended by caller*<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C: How dare you impose such fees onto my account?! You do not know who you’re dealing with here. </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">You DO NOT know at all. Do you know am i? Do YOU know who am i?!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">A:</span>*checking client’s profile in the system*<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Yes Mr C, you’re the vice-president of the company.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C: Owh, don’t even mentioned it. It’s just a mere title. I don’t care about that at all.</span>*then why on the flying-fuck did you asked at the first place?!*<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">A: ...........</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C: Tell me, do you drive?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">A: No.</span>*in actual fact, this agent does drive.*<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C: No wonder. Keep sitting your big bloody fat ass on that seat you’re having now. You’re just an ordinary, worthless scum agent working in a multi-national company, earning peanuts monthly. You have no rights to do this to me. In the end, you’ll be a failure in your life, a disgrace to your family. I feel shame on your family’s behalf.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">A: Mr C, we are both educated people. I will help you if we were to discuss over the issue at hand rationally……… </span>* was abruptly ended by caller….again…fucking hell?!*<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C: So?? I’m your customer. You did wrong, I’m entitled to vent my disappointment and frustration over the shitty service that you’ve provided me, and don’t Mr Mr me…I’m not done yet. How come I never receive any statement so far??</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">A:</span>*checking records while this bugger kept on with his antics over the phone* <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Mr C, your card account has been enrolled into paperless statement.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">C: WHAT!!!!!???? Since when?? I never asked for this!!! I never opted for this!!!! I did not enroll into this AT AAAALLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">A:</span>*if only there’s a sharp object around, this caller is dead on spot* <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Erm, your account has been enrolled into paperless since the day you apply for the card.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C: No! No! No! No! No! You’re wrong. I didn’t do it. I don’t know who did it but I didn’t authorize anyone from your company to do it. Seriously, your company is making my life a living hell. I’m still wondering why did I apply for your card at the first place.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">A: ..........</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C: I don’t know what you do. I don’t care what you do. I’m interested in how you do it. You better fix this for me immediately.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I WANT PAPER STATEMENT TO BE MAILED TO MY DOORSTEP EVERY MONTH!!!!!! YOU HEAR ME?!?!?!? I WANT PAPER STATEMENT!!!</span> *this motherfucker got a real brain problem. Can't even fix your own financial stuff, and putting the blame onto the agent. So much so for a Vice President. Pffft*<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">A:OK. It’s done and effective after tonite. You will be receiving PAPER STATEMENT in your next month’s statement.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C: Jesus Christ. The hell have I gotten myself into. Piece o’ shit.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">A:</span>*normal call closing bullshit*<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C: Not anymore. The damage is done. There’s nothing much you can do for me anyway. Only thing you can do is improve yourself as a human being in your life and stop being a burden to your family and to this society. Bye.</span><br /><br />Now, tell me this: How many of you can take this in? How long would you be able to withstand these constant verbal assaults, which somehow got your family and yourself dragged in??<br /><br />This guy would’ve been drop dead on sight the moment he hang up the line on me. I gotta admit, I’m quite temperamental if things go against me without a valid reason. I’ll go berserk if things go haywire and I’ve no idea why is that so. Since this is my kingdom, I’ll give this motherfucker a piece of my very own warning. If that warning is not being heeded, I’ll hang up the line on this piece of worthless garbage.<br /><br />Here’s an alternative to the conversation above if I were to get to that stage when the above agent somehow “warned” the caller:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">M: Yours truly</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C: Caller</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">M: Mr C, we’re civilized and educated people. Please allow me to settle your problem once and for all here. I can’t do much with you</span> [insert your own choice of words here] <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C:</span> *kept on and on and on and on*<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">M: Mr C, again. I strongly urge you to mind your language here as we’re all civilized people.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C:</span>*kept on and on and on and on*<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">M: Mr C, I’m repeating myself here. Please, do mind your language as we’re all educated and I’d like to have your issue resolved once and for all.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">C:</span>*kept on and on and on and on*<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">M: Apologies Mr C. I’m afraid I have to hang up your line. Perhaps you can call us back when you have calm down, then we can talk and resolve your issues at and rationally. </span>*hang up line*<br /><br />Easy? Hopefully for ya’ll. But I’ve done this before, and I clearly remember ‘twas 15minutes after I dragged my sorry ass into the office, into my own cubical, my own “kingdom”, and this type of call has gotta my first call of the day. And I thought to myself: what a great way to start my day.<br /><br />There’s a fine line in between customer service and personal abuse. Be clear on this. I’m not advocating you gotta do this e-ve-ry single time you come to this state, but at least get your immediate supervisor’s acknowledgement prior doing so. Let them know of the situation. There may be ramification/aftermath if such is done without ‘em knowing it.<br /><br />Then again, I always uphold this motto throughout my entire life *sounds so old, damn* in this industry:<br /><br />Whoever put the phone down first, is the loser.<br /><br />It’s just some kinda psychology effect I have to myself, to sooth myself so that I won’t be a mad man cursing aloud in the office right after one nasty call. Although I stil do it every now and then.<br /><br />There. A post that has been sorely missed since god-fucking-knows when. This is supposed to be the real content of my blog, the real purpose of me started this blog. It’s back! I’m back! I’ll be posting another interesting story tomorrow, a story that happened earlier today.<br /><br />I promise.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-46368193146773620542011-07-11T21:39:00.000+08:002011-07-11T21:39:01.163+08:00It' Been A While....for the Umpteenth Time.My-oh-my, it’s been awhile, ladies N’ gentlemen. Yeap. Since my last entry during the visits of the VVIPs til todate. Nothing much to rant about. Reasons?? Well, it’s just same ol’ dipping shit, but on a different day.<br /><br />Much has happened since my last post. People leaving, people dying, earthquakes everywhere, snowing on a bloody desert, tsunami. Well, sidetracked abit. Can’t stand this kinda nature in this world. <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">*Why am I feeling like this all of sudden??*</span> I’m trying to restrain myself from posting Motivator and the gang anymore ‘cos any post about any of ‘em are just seems never ending. It’s kinda frustrating to work this group of people who thinks they know everything but they know jack-shit-all in actual fact.<br /><br />Was having few decisions-making dilemma between now and then. Ever since the “over-qualified” incident, I tend to look for way outta this shit hole as much as I can, provided opportunities arise. Been to couple of those interviews to gain experience. Not that I don’t know how to get through these interviews but each attempt ends in failure as there were much better candidates than me that were applying the same post. Meh. Fuck that.<br /><br />The toughest came around when there was an agent post that I kinda fond of. It’s works similarly like Sherlock Holmes of the modern days. Or to those who are into US dramas, think of CSI series, and you’ll think of this team. Not that I’m exaggerating but, that’s how that team works. Eventhough it’s a normal agent post but I kinda wanted a change for good. Some of you maybe asking:<br /><br />“Why would you wanna jump from an agent level job/team to another agent level job/team?? Are you fucking retarded?”<br /><br />To be frank, it’s ‘cos of Motivator. I’m stil doubting his abilities <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">*oh wait, has he ever got one to start with?*</span><br /><br />Before I submit my application, I scoured, surveyed around to the team that I was interested to get into. I have a very healthy relationship with all of ‘em during the course of my day-to-day job function. They seems to pretty receptive over my intention. The leader of the team happens to be my teammate back then and she has since developed. Hence I had a casual chat with her on my proposition. She mentioned it generally that, well…in a hindsight, she kinda hinting that I don’t apply for it simply for the sake of getting the fuck outta my current team, or more specifically, Motivator. Yes. She’s a loyal reader of my humble blog too. In case you’re reading this, yea. I changed my mind after our casual chat in front of the fast food chain at the lobby. Thanks again. I think my anger & frustration towards that words-can’t-describe son-of-bitch clouded my decision-making capabilities back then.<br /><br />Things move on from there. As much as I bloody hate Motivator to the bones, I acted as if I will succumb to all his requests/demands/questions. Even more-so that I gotta do this on daily basis. It’s kinda tiring at times. I’ve been checking on our internal recruitment page every single-fucking-day to see if there are any “opportunities” that I can get the hell outta this god forsaken place. Yeah. Read my lips.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I.Fucking.Hate.Him.</span><br /><br />Beginning of last month, a new manager arrives in town. From a country to the west of my place of origin. I ain’t sure why the influxes of those bloody black people from west side recently. It has been like that since few years already. This is only applicable to those higher management positions. The classic case was when one of the local supervisor was place as temporary manager during the interview process. The whole floor thought that she maybe the perfect to get the job. However to everyone surprise, the management dropped a bombshell by announcing the position was given to this new bitch from the west side.<br /><br />Seriously, I just don’t get it why on earth is our centre herein this country is being “invaded” by those bloody “legal immigrants”. Yea. I’m kinda racist in this situation. So?? Sue me then. Bloody goddamnit! is our centre here short of capable candidates to take up the role? Is our centre here not upto the level of expectation? Then what is those management’s expectation to that position(s)??<br /><br />Again, I’ve sidetracked. Apologies. Once I’ve started typing, there’s no stopping it. I ain’t sure when will this ends. Anyways, eversince this west side fat bitch arrives, she gives me an impression of wanting to talk in all possible ways that she can think of and she wanna do everything her way eventhough the existing workflow has been there for ages. I know a change will do us good but to change the never-changed-before stuff will be a very big ask for us.<br /><br />Went to a couple of conference calls with West Side bitch. All she ever did during the whole session was talk, talk, talk and talk but no action. Much like our local government: excelled in talking, but lacking in actual implementation. Which makes me to conclude this:<br /><br />B-tards & bitches from the West Sides are all talkers, they ain’t do-ers. Good in spouting lotsa bullshits, but never do their work. They’ll be able to talk/discuss/negotiate things to the level of unthinkable. They can bring you up to heaven using their mouth, and they can bring you back to earth, and then down to hell within a blink of an eye, by using their mouth too! With that being said, I shall just leave this here and let your imagination runs wild, my fellow readers.<br /><br />Never like those west side people since.<br /><br />The above rants were supposed to be up about 2 weeks ago, but due to “foreseen” circumstances, it’s delayed until now.<br /><br />Recently Motivator has behind the team’s back more often than before, trying to find our “deficiencies” as to how we’re finding Breakfast Budget Bitch’s. the emails that he sent out more often contain of “vicious” attack to the team than telling the team to do our stuff. I ain’t siding on anyone here but instead of “taking care” of the Breakfast Budget Bitch’ stuff, he chose to nosing around for our shortcomings. This happens not once, not twice but quite often during my absence from this blog space of mine.<br /><br />Another ticking point really flared me up this noon. Here I was, sittin at my own “kingdom”, playing around with my “precious toy” for about 7-10minutes. Well, my tasks were done for the day. Not much to do, I can’t be running around the workplace like a mad dog, I can’t walk over to other departments to “flirt” around with other workmates, so what-the-flying-fuck am I suppose to do? I chose to STFO and play with myself. <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">*Suddenly, this sounds so wrong, ain’t it?</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">STFU ~ Shut The Fuck Up</span>*<br /><br />No making a single sound, I can even hear the sound of a pin drop if there ever is. This no-good-son-of-a-black-bitch said:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Stop playing with your phone.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWfywHnUzu4/Thr6vFhADCI/AAAAAAAABIU/gDXqdfPUr_M/s1600/omg_wtf_cat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWfywHnUzu4/Thr6vFhADCI/AAAAAAAABIU/gDXqdfPUr_M/s320/omg_wtf_cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628086371194244130" border="0" /></a><br />Seething from these words, I glared at him, nodded my head, and continue playing with my “precious”.<br /><br />Yeah. The whole team knows that I’m the most difficult for him to handle ‘cos I’m too much for him. I was planning to have a talk with a manager earlier today. But without me knowing, the director is in town. So, I abandon the idea. Just before u say anything, just read on from here, a’ite??<br /><br />I’ve no plan to raise this issue upto the higher level, ‘cos it’s not necessary, yet.<br /><br />I stil think the “messages” that I’m gonna send across to a “friend” will be heard and hopefully it will save the current “state” that this Motivator and the team is in, and I'm in no way trying to be a hero to the team.<br /><br />Think this is the end of it? You are owh-so-fucking-wrong-wrong-wrong!!!!<br /><br />It’s been the tradition of the team that all breakfast/lunch/short break are self-managed, just as long as there are enough headcounts covering the floor, not forgetting there’s another team sharing the exact same line with us. So there shouldn’t be any issue on this one.<br /><br />Ain’t too sure which black bitch hits Motivator’s organ, he was adamant that there must be at least 2 headcounts on the floor at any point of time.<br /><br />Now, this maybe just my own speculation. There was an ad-hoc meeting with the new manager aka West Side Bitch back then. This break issue was in the “agenda” as well. ‘twas this bitch’s ingenious idea that there must be 2 headcounts at any point of time. But some odd reasons this “ingenious” plan was called off. From what I heard, it seems like one of the leaders had a heated argument with West Side Bitch on this issue. Like I said, speculation. Don’t quote me on this.<br /><br />Eversince this broke out, this dick-Motivator has adopted this idea. i’ve no idea why on earth did he do what he did or has he any brain at all to decide what to do and what not to do? Is he trying to start a revolution now by changing everything, bit-by-bit??<br /><br />The atmosphere of the team is at an all-time-low now. He’s picking the mistakes outta everyone of the team and refused to admit the mistakes done by his latest recruit, the Breakfast Budget Bitch.<br /><br />I’ll just suck it up for this week since the director is in town. I WILL go ahead with the talk plan I stated earlier next week.<br /><br />Enough for now. I’ve dramas to catch. I’m getting on with my life. I’ll putting up couple more posts very soon. Much has happen since my last post back in April.<br /><br />EDIT: Just read through, found out that the original purpose of this ranting place of mine has deviated. So much so has happen since the beginning of this blog til now. I think I should take a step back and "review" the whole thing soon, very soon.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-84590916393867918062011-04-10T16:52:00.001+08:002011-04-10T16:52:00.999+08:00HappeningsIt’s been awhile since my last post, and guess what, I’m doing this from office. Yes. I’m in the office on a fucking Sunday. Workmates in this team will come into office during the weekend once a while due to heavy workloads at times. Like I said, “at times”. Not all the time. Suddenly I feel the “motivation” to put this one up, so as to summarize what has happened between now and then. Let’s av itttt!!!! <br /><br />Continuing from my previous entry, ‘twas about the movie King’s Speech. The leading actor fucking deserves the award. The show was awesome, jawdropped, at least for me that is. It’s way better than the stupid swan movie though. In case you haven’t watch the show yet, please, go watch it! <br /><br />The very week after my last post, the team had a meeting with who else but Motivator. The meeting was solely discussing on the quality of our department’s call. <br /><br />Like I’ve ranted previously, how do you expect a department that is chasing up debtors to pay us back the money owing to us with quality in mind? But hell no, this joker persisted with it and insisted to have this meeting/discussion or whatever the fuck you intend to name it, I don’t give a flying fuck on it anymore. During the meeting, ‘twas just like any other meeting that we had previously. But the content of the meeting was really what ticked everyone’s mind off. The team can’t do shit but to play along with it. I ain’t gonna rant about this thing anymore ‘cos I’ve done so in my previous posts. We’ve reiterated ourselves on this topic time and again ‘cos it’s just not practical for the team but he kept on with it. I don’t see a point on holding the meeting as well, ‘cos in the end he said that he has posted the same questions to the management about the team’s job function and that “rule” will not be suitable for the team. He further added that he’s awaiting the response from the management on that piece. Therefore, the meeting serves like a preparation for us just in case his “claims” rebuffed by the management. <br /><br />Now, after all that we’ve been through since the day Motivator stamped his filthy, lil’ foot in our working area, I ain’t trusting a single word from his smutty mouth anymore. Maybe it’s just words to pacify us or perhaps it’s the truth but I’m having none of it. <br /><br />So, couple of days later, the newbie (will be known as SadFace henceforth) that always portrait a sad face as if his house got burnt down the day before, has really put the team onto the tip of the boiling point. Errors after errors, questions after questions of the same topic. How long will it take before he can really absorb all that were being taught previously? What the fuck were you doing during the training? This newbie in the team was the one that got his job application resurrected from the dead. In case you don’t know what am I babbling about, please re-visit my previous posts then. the team has decided in unison to talk to Motivator about this matter. To the team’s surprise, Motivator agreed to our reasoning. After half an hour, Motivator pulled me over to another side, talking privately about this matter. He mentioned to me that he has seen & heard what SadFace has done as SadFace is sitting right next to Motivator and Motivator will be able to hear & see everything the SadFace did, just as long as Motivator has the time to sit on his place. Apart from that, according to Motivator, there has been numerous times that Motivator tried to back SadFace for the errors that he has made but the frequency of those errors are piling up til Motivator can’t afford the time to deal with it anymore. Hence he asked what can be done about this SadFace. I told Motivator that a possible swap with another guy from another team will be the viable option for now, but we need to ask his thoughts before everything is said & done. Hence, Motivator had a meeting with that guy. Couple of days later, the decision is made. The swap is going to happen but not with immediate effect. The guy who agrees to the swap is only going to join my team end-of-month due to transitioning matter. SadFace is to move over to the other team, which is the same team as DimWit immediately, so as to avoid anymore errors done to the team, which will affect the team’s overall performance. <br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593871663866537858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PvBMNBgsm4c/TaFspAPjZ4I/AAAAAAAABII/upyFSiQAQFU/s320/ok.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p></p><br /><p align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Identical Look of SadFace in my Team.</span></strong></em></p><br />Now, think this: DimWit is hired by Motivator. <br /><br />SadFace is hired by Motivator. <br /><br />Breakfast-budget Bitch [henceforth known as BB]is promoted by Motivator. <br /><br />All 3 are facing problems performing in their current role. This is a fact that is well-known within the team but not made known to outsiders. It’s clearly visible. But, somehow, someway, ‘twas made in such that DimWit has receive couple of awards for his performance on his job. But the figures are different from what we’ve gathered. Something went wrong somewhere?? You be the judge on this one. <br /><br />The very week after the swap was agreed upon, there were few VVIPs in town. For the first time in current employer’s history, there’re VVIPs from overseas stepping into our premises. I ain’t talking about directors, or vice president here. I’m talking about the person who is 2 levels below the CEO of the company is coming to town!!! Yeah. That’s how high up this person is. Knowing this, every single person in the company is fully prepared to embrace the arrival of this VVIP. There has been a couple of sessions being arranged for us to get upclose and personal with this VVIP in particular to voice out just about anything that we wanna ask, of course, those questions have gotta be relevant to those person of his stature and calibre.<br /><br />Now, I aint’ no genius in this field but whenever one is up against a person of that stature, the kinda of question that you intend to post to him must be of some sense, or at least questions matching his “credentials”, if you know what I mean. Like for instance, you don’t ask a VP of a company, comin’ all the way from the headquarter for a market visit, a stupid question like: <br /><br />Our building’s air-condition/ventilation system is not working. OR <br /><br />There’s not enough car-parking space in the premise. <br /><br />The above are just samples of what my fellow readers should be expecting. What I am about to post in the very next line and forth are stupidity of the highest quality that no one can compare. <br /><br />1) We have problem getting in touch with that department. <br /><br />2) There are flaws in the process map of our daily job function. <br /><br />3) The air condition in this building is not working properly. <br /><br />4) The other department is not treating our requests with utmost urgency as our client is chasing for it day-in day-out. <br /><br />5) There are flaws in the process map of our daily job function. [again, the 6, 7, 8, 9 ,10 are of the same with this one currently at No.5.] <br /><br />Owh. Come-the-fuck-on! <br /><br />Have you no brain, you fucking twats?! <br /><br />If you’ve got nothing better to say, just shut the fuck up. He, for fuck sake is 3rd in command in this Multi-fucking-National-Company, and all you twats gotta say are these?! If you have nothing better to say, just shut the fuck up and let those people with the art of talking do their stuff. <br /><br />Now, the session was scheduled to be an hour. The above 10 questions were repeated all over the hour. My team’s representative didn’t even get the chance to open her mouth at all during that hour. She was infuriated the moment she got off the room. Swearing all over (well, literally) the team when we were discussing what happened in that room. There were 2 representatives from our team, each attending different session, both sessions ended up with the exact same thing: People askin’ retarded questions to the leaders, for the full one hour and our team’s representatives didn’t even get the chance to open their mouth. <br /><br />Knowing this, I talked to Motivator about this and he was about to go for his session with the leader. Hence, we vented our “frustration” to him and relay the questions that we wanna to him, which later on I found out from him that he DID convey the message to that VVIP. <br /><br />Phew! Talk about working with idiotic people under one roof, on a daily basis! <br /><br />Well, on a sidenote, our director did come down accompanying the VVIP. The same kinda session was arranged, and the history repeated itself as well. The same senseless questions were being asked during the session, and the session ended just like that, full with nothing for the director to take away. <br /><br />One of my mates, who was in the session couldn’t take it. He waited outside the room after the session for the director. He went up to the director that he as few questions to be posted to the director but due to time constraint he wasn’t able to. Without a doubt, the director permitted an additional session with my mate and couple more for them to voice out their obstacles in work. <br /><br />Now, this “additional” session permitted by the director herself really brought fruit. Apparently both representatives from my team told the director lotsa things that she has no knowledge about and she was absolutely gobsmacked by those questions hurled at her that she needed time to investigate further before coming back with answers to the representatives from our team. <br /><br />There. Asking relevant questions and the right time wasn’t that hard, eh?? <br /><br />Meh. Enough of this post, I gotta go now. I stil got a job to do tomorrow, for tomorrow is Monday, and I’m fucking famished now. <br /><br />Til then.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-19264858923400880532011-03-20T18:28:00.000+08:002011-03-20T18:28:00.396+08:00Just Another DayYea. My previous entry spoke about another post that very nite. But as usual, it wasn’t meant to be. Too tired to post up another entry. Reason being??? I slept off as early as 8 that nite. I was attending a best mate’s wedding the nite before and the session dragged til 2 in the morning. I gotta dragged myself to work 2.5 hours later. Talk about hangover. This is the 1st time I’m into this kinda situation. ‘twas an absolute shocker, even to myself. But later on I told myself: he’s one of the 5 musketeers back in school days, I must be there on his big day, and the rest is history.<br /><br />Couple of days later, got a call from a client. She started off with:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">M: Me lar of ‘cos, who else?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">S: Client.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">S: You promised me that there’ll be someone calling me back last Friday but I haven’t heard even a rain drop from the person in charge. What's goin’ on here?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">M: No way. You gotta be kiddin’ me, I left her a message and I followed it up with another email to her right at the very end of my conversation with yourself end of last week!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">S: Like I said, nothing.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">M: Ok, alright. I need you to stay with </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">me now. I’ma call the person-in-charge now.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">S: U better be.</span><br /><br />Yea. That was the opening of it. The case was about some agreements/contracts paperwork that went missing but somehow the terms & conditions in that agreement were stil being imposed onto the client profile. The department involved made a fucking big mess outta it and I’m the stupid cockhead being caught in the middle of all these shit. Talk about tough luck.<br /><br />Called the person in charge, bloody went into voicemail. Called her manager, same shit. So I had to make up some lame excuse to push the client away, at least for the time being. And so it goes:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">S: I’m sorry but, can I talk to the manager please. Surely there must a manager that I can talk to now about this issue. It’s</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"> been 5 months since this issue started and it’s stil unsolved todate. Nothing against yourself but I’m deeply, deeply frustrated with this.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">M: I did call up to the manager in charge but she was away on conference and will only back on comin’ Monday.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">S: Well at least she has an email then? Gi</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">mme her email address, I’m going to bring this one up to higher level since you guys can’t do much.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">M: but....but....but....but....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">S:</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Just. Gimme. Her. Email. Address. Now.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">I’m going to send her an email after this and I’m going to copy you in. I do un</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">derstand it’s not fault at all and you’re caught in the middle but I need to get this issue over and done with. Hope you understand.</span><br /><br />There. That just made my fucking day, in a way. This is the best scenario whereby it has nothing to do with you, but you’re involved in it just because you’ve talked to her for that one time, one-<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">FUCKING</span>-time…and then she’ll be stuck on you for as long as the case is solved, done and dusted with. But sadly for me, it dragged for 5 bloody months. The agreement/contract paperwork is nowhere to be seen after much “efforts” by the department responsible with it. Sigh. It’s not your shit, but it’s somehow your shit, if you know what I mean, and you need to say nice things about it to cover that shit up for other people when it’s clearly not your fault. Well then, this kinda stuff do happen in all over the world especially in the field that I’m stuck with since those early days. Numb with it, but stil need a way to release it. Contradicting? You bet.<br /><br />Before I continue with my entry, let’s take a one-minute-silent to those victims in Japan.<br /><br />15secs<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />30 sec<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />.<br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />55 sec<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />56 secs<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />57 secs<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />58 secs<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />59 sec<br />.<br />.<br />Amen!<br /><br />Recently a friend of mine just bought a ticket to the land of the rising sun. The booking was made way before all these but due to the natural disasters that happened to that country recently, majority of the tours were canceled. But she insisted on going evenafter all these. Reason?? The tickets are not refundable, in addition to that, she claimed that she has a certified paperwork from god-knows-who that it’s alright to proceed with the flight.<br /><br />For fucking hell sake, that country is almost a wasteland now after all that happened, no one would even wanna book a flight there let alone you’re there just for a holiday?! Have you no brain? The value of your fucking life is lesser than a flight ticket to Japan?!?! If that’s not stupidity of the highest order, I don’t know what is.<br /><br />Couple of days later, she finally conceded “defeat” to the trip ‘cos the travel agency informed her that the air ticket is refundable ‘cos of the disaster currently damaging Japan. Stubbornness to the max, seriously.<br /><br />So I was attending a workmate’s farewell dinner this one fine day. Only few that are known & close to the workmate are invited, of course that include the humble me. Gotten shocking news during the dinner. I ain’t too sure what will the consequences be if I were to post this one up in here but then again, meh. Fuckit.<br /><br />I’m sure y’all remember who’s dimwit & the other newbie in my current team rite? Got a friend that has very close relationship with someone working in the hiring department. Apparently both of ‘em dimwit & the other newbie have had their job applications rejected outright,twice when the hiring department gotten their paperwork. <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">Yes. Both of ‘em! YES! Rejected, turned down</span>, <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">OUT-FUCKING-RIGHT!</span><br /><br />It’s abit of miracle how the fuck can the two most useless, clueless, brainless people that I’ve encounter throughout my career would end up as a permanent employee in my team. <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">BOTH. IN. MY. BLOODY. FUCKING. TEAM!</span><br /></div><br />Please, no questions. I do not have the slightest idea how did it even come to that. No one does. The only person that can have the “empowerment” to “revive the deads” is none other than Motivator. Please do not quote me on this, if a supervisory level, like Motivator himself is opening up a position, he has the utmost authority to do anything he wants ‘cos he’ll have the final say on who to come aboard and who’s not to. Seriously,<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8oewGfP1HvM/TYXVcsSx8qI/AAAAAAAABIA/8VgFtHjniv4/s1600/trollCatAttack.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8oewGfP1HvM/TYXVcsSx8qI/AAAAAAAABIA/8VgFtHjniv4/s320/trollCatAttack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586105601725952674" border="0" /></a><br />One of my best mates bumped into my team’s previous supervisor recently. He knows what’s the happening in the office. Owh he knows. Partly it’s due to my humble blog here. Thank you very much. Partly is due to there are eyes and ears everywhere in the office. Period. He said this to my best mate:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Dude, get the fuck outta there if you can.</span><br /></div><br />That’s the only sentence that he uttered. Short, simple, direct. It’s pretty much self-explanatory didn’t it? But easier said than done.<br /><br />If you don’t want anybody to know what you doing, better not do it. ‘cos it’ll be revealed somehow, someway, someday. It’s just a matter of time that all those shits will be uncovered and the shits will be spilt all over the places. And here I pray to the one above, please let <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">THAT DAY</span> come sooner.<br /><br />On a sidenote, I was involved in a project management course recently. Not too sure how the hell did I get into that thing. All I did is just passed a test, and attended a crashed course for a measly 2 hours, and then I’m supposed to come out with a problem identifier. To be frank, I’ve been through it before with the previous manager. Even though ‘twas just an hour course previously, the thing that my ex-manager was able to covered is more than the facilitator able to cover during that 2 hours. Not belittling it, ‘twas a good tool to be used in anyone’s career in just about any field but for now, I just don’t have the time to it.<br /><br />Now, I do understand the fact that time is in one’s own hand, just like destiny. But I’ll need to have time for both my personal & work, for now. People always raved about work-life balance, and that’s what I am intend to do.<br /><br />‘twas quite a difficult decision to make. Once all is set & done. I took the courage to inform my mentor about this. Yes. A mentor has already been assigned to all of us. Yes. There are quite lotsa people participate in that course. I duly informed my mentor about it. He is ok with me withdrawing from the course, with a valid reason of course. He then advised me to let my current manager know about this.<br /><br />Fair point to that. But as a manager, he’s too busy at times. Next day, my manager came to me when I was busy at work. He was kinda surprise why did I do that, and I duly explained to him. He took it well, understand what I want, and that was the end of the conversation on that topic. He knows what I’m doing, he has full confidence in myself, and vice versa of course.<br /><br />Meh. Enough for this time. Spent a good 2 hours typing this one up. Just finished watching “Black Swan” earlier this morning. The only thing stands out in the whole show is the leading actress herself. Nothing notable other than that. Gonna watch “The King’s Speech” after dinner in 5 minutes time. Hope it’s not as sucky as “Black Swan”.<br /><br />Til then.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-38357786316629764212011-03-14T14:05:00.000+08:002011-03-14T14:05:00.236+08:00Pissing OffsAhh, Friday. Motivator has taken a half day leave, so as to coming Monday. Therefore I’m having the luxury of doing this one from office. Was on a rampage mode 2 days ago after a stupid meeting session with Motivator and the team. Here’s how did it go.<br />On an early morning of Wednesday, the team was scheduled for a meeting with Motivator to discuss anything amongst us and of course for Motivator to share with us any updates on the company’s activities and whatever that is going to happen in the organisation.<br /><br />There’s an old saying goes: Old habits die hard.<br /><br />He started off with bullshits about the history of the nation. Then he started spouting on some irrelevant stuff. I mean seriously, why would someone be spouting this kinda bollocks on the opening of a team meeting??? You think we’ve nothing better to do? We’ve cases to work on, we’ve got customers to deal with, we got monies to be collected but here we are, stuck in this fucking unventilated room, listening to his bullshits. No, this time I didn’t stop him from doing so, just like my previous encounter with him on the outcome of my interview for the post previously. Not in front of the other workmates. He deserves at least a wee bit of respect, at the very least.<br /><br />Yea. All bullshits done. A good 15minutes wasted on that kinda bollocks. Here comes the core reason for the team to be here. Sharing of results and whatver updates that needs to be discussed has commenced. Then came the part what I hated the most. No asking y’all to guess, just read the fuck on.<br /><br />Now, just to give you an insight on what me and the team is doing on a daily basis. We’re a team that calling up our customers to ask for payment owing to the company. Yeah. That’s what we are.<br /><br />Recently the organisation has implemented that we need to add an extra sensitivity onto all our customers, both internally & externally. This team of us has previously being preached about doing this but the leaders have always be able to push away this idea from being implemented to the team, and ‘twas being pushed away so, “professional” way. To those who are reading this part, you lots are genius. But with Motivator in charge, he’s been a bloody “Yes Man” to whatever the management has come up with. He has absolute no objection nor rejection at all whenever the management came up with something that doesn’t bode too well with the team. All he ever said was “yes, yes” and “absolutely, you’re right.”<br /><br />Owh, for fucking hell sake. Do you even have your brain in your head? I’d have employed a robot instead of you. The team collecting monies from customers needs to be polite while pursuing them for payment. Yeah. Talk is cheap. Try that out, and tell me how difficult it is when you’re telling those debtors the below:<br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>I’m so sorry that you couldn’t pay us back the money. I feel sorry for the condition that you’re in now. Allow me to transfer your file to our authorised outside creditors company to proceed with your payment arrangement ya?<br /></strong></span><br />Instead of the above, we can do the below.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>You can’t pay? If that’s the case, we’ll transfer your case to outside agent for ‘em to deal with you directly.<br /><br /></strong></span>See the difference?? One is simple and direct. On the other hand, one is the “extra sensitive” as emphasized by the organisation. We will not get anywhere further if this piece of “extra sensitive” shit is being implemented to the team. The previous leaders have pushed this notion off times and again. But it seems like there won’t be third time a charm anymore. Motivator is quite adamant *in a way* that this rule will be included in the team. This is pissing me off No.1.<br /><br />Fine. Onwards with 2nd agenda of the team meeting. The person who gotten the new role in the team was in the meeting as well. Yeap, the bitch with the breakfast budget. She was in charge in taking down notes and perhaps share a thing or two on the meeting. There’re discrepancies among few departments that we ‘re dealing with on a daily basis. Motivator has decided to call for a meeting among the leaders of respective departments for a process alignment. Before he goes for the meeting which will be held anytime this month, he has asked for the team’s opinions on any shortcoming on other teams. The team and I shared quite lotsa points on it during the meeting itself. However, she, who took notes during the meeting has sent off another fresh email out today asking us for any thing we would like to highlight to her before the above meeting.<br /><br />Bitch, where were you during the meeting? Perhaps you were in there physically but not your mind/soul? But you were there with your notebook and you were scribbling something onto it? What are those??!!! And you are sending this kinda email?! For crying out loud. Seriously, I’m doubting the management decision now for choosing this bitch with a breakfast budget to handle that new role. I’ve been having that kinda doubts since the day I left this company more than 5 years ago but I never thought this will happen again even after so long.<br /><br />Meh. Fuck that. That was pissing-me-off No.2.<br /><br />Right. Meeting’s over. That was torturing. Yea. Every single fucking time of the meeting was torturing. Reason? There’s only one reason, the presence of Motivator is a torture itself. It’s an eyesore. Sometimes I had a feeling that he just die. Just fucking die already. Now, this notion of him dying brought back my memory during the meeting. He started off the meeting with a lil’ story of himself went to one of the historical state within the nation for a short trip during the weekend. He spoke of how his vehicle’s tyres wore off and he nearly met with an accident after that. During that point, I told myself:<br /><br />FML! And you’re still standing in front all of us now?!?!?!? Shit!<br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>*for the benefits of those who doesn’t know what FML means, it the acronym for “FUCK MY LIFE”*<br /></strong></span><br />Yeah. After the meeting with the team, Motivator has a bi-weekly meeting with another manager to discuss more on those cases that we handled on a daily basis, in search of improved, enhanced ways to stimulate better results. Most of the time the meeting wouldn’t bode to well for him, simply because he just can’t answer all the bombardments that are being hurled onto him by the manager. ‘twas the same thing again these days. The pissing-me-off No.3 is this. He came out after the meeting with the manager, as usual after bombardments, asking us those Qs that he unable to reply to the manager over the phone. He coupled it with a “solution” that the whole team doesn’t agree upon with, and that was HIS solution to the problem, not ours. How can one decides for the team without general consensus? Think this Is the end of it?? You are owh-so-fucking-wrong! Here comes pissing-me-off No.4 in one day.<br /><br />Motivator mentioned there were quite a number of flaws in the way the team works now, hence errors and mistakes happen here and there, which will caused “greater concern” for both internal & external customers. As a result, he and the new bitch in her role have dug out those old cases that met “their” criteria and both of ‘em are going to share to the whole teammates, individually. C’mon,<br /><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong>What the fuck are you 2 black faggots tryin’ to do?!?!?!<br /></strong></span><br />By doing this, the team morale will deteriorate to lower ground than it already is. What’s the point in digging out the past records just to justify your own agenda? Again,<br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>What’s the fucking point in doing it??<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Does he really intend to dismantle the whole team?</strong></span><br /><br />Does he really wanna build his own crony herein this department? ‘cos right now, he has got 3 underlings that are siding him when critical times come, and coincidently all these 3 underlings of his have featured in my blog as well, namely dimwit, bitch with breakfast budget and the newbie in my team, and of course not forgetting Motivator who complete the list.<br /><br />One day full of pissing off moments. Can’t stand it anymore, but I didn’t give 2 shits about it, ‘cos the very Friday after these happenings, I went down to the historical state for a friend’s farewell trip. A good friend, a mate indeed.<br /><br />This post was meant to be up the very evening after the incident happened last week. But as usual, the lazy me opted to post this one up now. In case of any disjointed stories or grammars or spelling mistakes, please. My sincere apologies. *Fuck me, I'm saying sorry in my own fucking blog.* I don't even bother to do spell check and all. Spell check are for faggots.<br /><br />Another entry comin' up later tonite. Stay tuned.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-77022355698734330702011-03-06T16:30:00.000+08:002011-03-06T16:30:01.255+08:00Long Awaiting......It’s been awhile since I post an entry in here. ‘twas both lazy and busy at the same time. Anyways, lemme take you for a ride now. I’ll lay it all down in this one post today. It’s long overdue now.<br /><br />My last post was about the bowl issue. Finally that bitch returned the bowl to our team. And guess what, it ain’t the fucking same bowl that we’ve lent to her previously!! See below attached for your easy reference.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZAh4wztE8w/TXNDoT1QfZI/AAAAAAAABHw/h4ZV1Klr62Q/s1600/DSC00188.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZAh4wztE8w/TXNDoT1QfZI/AAAAAAAABHw/h4ZV1Klr62Q/s320/DSC00188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580878723039657362" border="0" /></a><br />Please feel free to compare the picture above with the one I posted in previous post. See the difference? You must be blind if you can’t spot the difference between the 2 bowls. Get an eye-check for fuck sake. The supposed date for that bitch to return the bowl was on that Friday. But she didn’t. instead, she brought the bowl on the very Monday after that. I thought to myself:<br /><br />It’s still a bloody bowl. So who gives a fuck?!<br /><br />So I returned the “bowl” to the real owner. At one glance, the owner already knew that this bowl which was just returned to her is not the one that was borrowed over to the bitch. She duly took it. She has lost all hope and faith in getting the original bowl back. Getting something similar is consider ain’t that bad of a luck after all.<br /><br />There. Problem solved. Onwards with the next agenda.<br /><br />Like I mentioned in my previous post back. One of my workmates has chosen to leave the current post due to whatever fucking reason that I don’t care about, hence the post is vacant. Everyone in the team has been pestering me every fucking day and nite to apply for the post. I kept on saying and repeating these words:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">I’m still thinking</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">I’m considering.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">See how.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">Wait, not yet dateline.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">Relax, stil got time.</span><br /></div><br />I’ve made up my mind couple of days after the resignation was tendered, it’s just that I tend lay low in light of these things as I don’t wanna create a ruckus outta this. So what are you gonna do if told you that I’ve applied for it? Can you tell me that I’ll be getting the job for sure? What does it really matter to you if I didn’t get the job then? You won’t feel a pinch even if I don’t get it. I’m matured enough to differentiate right and wrong, to dos and not. So stop pestering me on every single fucking opportunities that arises. I have my own brain. I know what to do. I’m more than you could imagine. I’m just acting retard. You don’t know what’s more inside of me.<br /><br />So, I can still remember the dateline for the vacant post was on Monday. Since Monday was usually busy once the clock turns at 8 in the morning, I chose to startup my application once I stepped into the office, which is 2.5 hours before that. Well, that’s the time that I’ll be starting my work daily from Monday to Friday. The application was easy as pea I’ve saved my profile in it and all I need to do is just kept on clicking “Next” and “Continue”. Not much of a hassle. The application process took me less than 15 minutes as I’ve done it previously at home. Yea. To those who don’t know about applying from home, I feel sad about you. Why do it in office with all eyes on you when you can get all the necessary stuff uploaded and prepared at home, and then return to office and proceed with the finishing.<br /><br />Fuck that shit. So when time comes, I went into the room for interview. The interview went smoothly. Nothing much of a interview. To me, the interview process is just another bullshitting session. A session where you gotta sell yourself like an attention whore, telling ‘em interviewers how good are you, how you deal with problems, situational examples, and all those shit. All in all, you need to do your best to impress them, like those in American Idols, of course with sheer quality in it. The interview lasted for about 30-40 minutes. Piece of cake really. To be frank, I didn’t even specifically prepare for the interview as I’m more than familiar for the post that I’m applying for.<br /><br />1 week later, got called into the meeting room by Motivator. I know what’s coming for me at that time. Acting like a retarded fuck, I walked into the room, waiting for the decision.<br /><br />Started off with standard “opening”, with his brilliant bullshitting skill, he talked ‘bout this and that. I wasn’t really concentrating. My mind has flown away to god-knows-where. 10minutes passed with him spouting out rubbish after rubbish but yet to come to the final outcome part. I stopped him, saying:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">Dude, stop! Outcome, now!</span><br /></div><br />There. Exact 4 words from me for the whole time I was in the meeting room, together with Motivator and another team supervisor same rank as Motivator.<br /><br />Laughing like stupid fucking black whore, Motivator finally came out with:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">You didn’t get it, ‘cos you’re over-qualified for the job.<br /></div><br />That’s all I wanna hear, and I thought I can get on with my job. But no. Both of ‘em held me in the room and talked to me on the prospect of the division expanding and other “formality” stuff.<br /><br />Sigh.<br /><br />Again, I feel like I’m being treated like a kid. Once more, I’m more than you can ever think of. So don’t tell me what I can do, and what I can’t do, and what I should be doing. Ignorant? Nah. Over-confident? Not a slight bit. I know my stuff. So, don’t ever, EVER fucking underestimate my capabilities. I’m just acting like retard in the office. There are times for you to shine, there are times for you to lay low. For me, I tend to lay low all the time. Never want to stand under the limelight for once.<br /><br />The word of that week was <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">OVER-QUALIFIED</span>. Eversince the news broke out, the team has been using the word in our inter-departmental messaging device as well as emails. Fucking hilarious it was. I for one was almost choked while drinking plain water checking through the emails.<br /><br />By the way, a girl from the other team has gotten the job. Yea. The same girl that has her bloody breakfast budget of one twenty. Then I started counting:<br /><br />She joined the team back in mid-year of 2010, had 2 months’ off ‘cos of delivering a baby. Now it’s Mar2011. ‘twas merely 7-8 months that she was with us. For as far as I know, one needs to be at least 1 whole year in current role prior moving up the ladder. What’s going on here?! I’ve no fucking idea. Don’t ask me. It’s either the rule has changed, bent, or Motivator has changed it, bent it to let her get the job. Ain’t going details on this one ‘cos it ain’t worth my time typing it all. Good luck on your new role, bitch.<br /><br />Just when I thought this is over, the team started to beleaguer me on another thing. A higher position in an entirely different department. Owh my fucking <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">GOD!</span> Please save me from this shit!<br /><br />Like I mentioned before, I’m more than you ever can think me capable of. The plan was to applying for the role current taken up by that one-twenty-bitch. Beat the dateline, went for the interview and see how it goes. I gave myself options:<br /><br /><ul><li>a) If bitch’s position interview successful and I got the job. So it shall be. I’m gonna be there for the next 1.5 years-2years before I moved on to higher level. Monetary wise, it’s more than what I’m getting.</li></ul><ul><li>b) If I don’t get the job, I will go on and apply for the next post, which has a dateline til the 1st week of this month.</li></ul>There. My plans. These thoughts have long planted in my mind since the day the news on the other post broke out internally within the company.<br /><br />Went for a few parties eversince that. Got dragged to a few corners on all parties, each of ‘em congratulating me for not getting the bitch’s post. Haha. For the 1st time I’m getting congratulated for not getting a job successfully. But I know what they meant. Call me sour grapes or whatever, I attended the interview for the sake it, so as to applying it. My mind was pretty much set on the 2nd post. Not that I’ll get it for sure but heck, at least I can get the fuck outta current team. Had enuff of it, needed something new.<br /><br />I think the above pretty much gave you, my fellow readers on whether have I applied for the 2nd post or not. If you still can’t figured out that, just fuck yourself off and go die far-far away please.<br /><br />Returned from a farewell trip for a workmate hailed from the land of football yesterday. Fucking exhausted but ‘twas an awesomely awesome trip, with the right mix of people and not forgetting the most important thing: excessive dosage of alcohol in place, ready to pop anytime.<br /><br />Needed a rest now. Till then, it won’t be long til the next entry.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-44583175320971552632011-02-18T07:18:00.001+08:002011-02-18T07:18:00.646+08:00The Story of A Bowl<div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></em>Gotten really pissed off this time around even though this thing didn’t happen to myself. Here goes nothing.<br /><br />So, my department loves to eat, and also collecting stuff to eat. As the working environment is rather relaxing and we don’t need to hang on the phone all day long, hence we’ll have the “freedom” to do what we once our work is done for the day.<br /><br />There’s this bowl is my department that is used to put all the ingredients, the seasonings, the salts and sugars we got from purchasing fastfood over the years. The bowl was almost full when someone from another team decided to borrow that bowl for just one nite on a event held by the club. She promised that she’ll return it to us the very next week after that. </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574800231955789938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O9CR4Mkns_Q/TV2rRj99eHI/AAAAAAAABHg/Ge-sfB44XWQ/s320/51521.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">The very same bowl that I'm ranting about in this entry</span></em></p><p><br />Fair enough. What harm will it do? Team work, or so we claimed it to be. The team decided to lend this girl a hand by lending the bowl over to her. Well, just a couple days top. No harm done. Hence, all the “ingredients” are being taken outta the bowl and off the bowl go.<br /><br />The rest? History. Fast forward.<br /><br />A month later, the bowl is still missing. So, our team didn’t bother to chase on it. It could be that she’s too busy to return to us or perhaps she has forgotten it due to whatever reasons it may be.<br /><br />Come turn of the year. Stil no sign whatsoever from the girl that borrowed the bowl from us. Not a single word from her. I’ve decided to confront her and ask her for the bowl to be returned to us. It’s fucking ours! Guess what she said:<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Owh, I’m so sorry. I really want to return the bowl to you but my dad</span> *or father-in-law, I don’t give a shit* <span style="color:#cc33cc;">got admitted into hospital due to some illness and I haven’t been home for quite sometime. I stayed at my boyfriend’s house for couple of weeks already. I’ll definitely return the bowl to you once my dad</span> * or whoever the fuck is* <span style="color:#cc33cc;">is recovered.<br /><br /></span>There. 1st excuse. She even used her father, or whoever the fuck she intended to use. It’s kinda low if you ask me. But, at that point of time, I wouldn’t know if is for real or if she’s hoaxing it. Fair enough. I’ll let it slide for this time around.<br /><br />Another half month’s gone, hope all is well with her dad. Decided to chase her up again on this. She said to me:<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Owh, it’s in my boyfriend’s car. Will you be in later in the evening? I can return it to you tonite.</span><br /><br />For fuck sake, you’ve been working with me and you are fully aware of my working hours. And yet you throw this kinda stupid question to me. Have you got no brain?! Knowing me, there’s no reason for me to stay in the office til sunset. I would’ve been lying on bed by the time you go home, bitch. And so I said to her,<br /><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">Don’t bother. You should know my working hour very well by now. Ask your boyfriend put the bowl at the back of my workplace, which is well covered by monitor and desktop. Alternatively, you know where I sit, just tuck it into my pedestal will do.</span><br /><br />She said ok. There. SHE SAID FUCKING OK!!!!! It means that her boyfriend has the bowl, and she’s gonna return to me tonite when her boyfriend comes over, and it’s gonna be either inside my pedestal or behind my pc, well covered. So I should be expecting a bowl the very next morning then?<br /><br />WRONG!! FUCKING WRONG!!!!<br /><br />It didn’t happen. So I confront her again. Where’s the fucking bowl that you promised?!?!?<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Owh, you were not there. So I decided to take it home first.</span><br /><br />Another fucking excuse! What the flying fuck is in your fucking puny brain, bitch?!?!<br /><br />Didn’t I tell you to put it inside my pedestal where I sit daily?! Or perhaps leave it behind?!?!?!<br /><br />Yet she couldn’t understand a single word that I said. Getting pissed off, I waited for couple of days as I was busy with work myself.<br /><br />Another week passes by, confronted here again. This time she told me this:<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Ok. I’ve got the bowl with me now, but it’s locked in the departmental cabinet at the back of me but I don’t have the key. I’ll get it for you later. </span><br /><br />Rite. She got the bowl with her and she’ll get it for me later in the same day.<br /><br />Fine. At least the bowl is within the building. Give her a benefit of a doubt.<br /><br />Another few days passes by, stil no sign of it. Gotten pissed off again, I hurled few negative comments via my twitter account, which I got it linked to be posted to a social website. I know for a fact that she has an account in that social website, so she would’ve seen the message I put through. She explained to me the very next on this:<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I went to the club last nite. They said that the bowl at that club we hold the event was locked inside a DJ’s locker and the DJ only work on Wednesday and Thursday. Furthermore, I’ll get it passed to you this Friday</span> *which happen to be TO-FUCKING-DAY! *<br /><br />So last nite, again I hurled few vulgar comments on the social website again. Couple of minutes later, she tried to ring my mobile but I went asleep soundly right after I logoff. she then sent me a short message saying:<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">It’s me. I just call the club. They want me to go to the club & collect it in the evening as they are having some event and tonite is kinda busy.i’ll go tomorrow after work. If you don’t believe me, you may come along with me to the club to collect it. I’m not giving you excuses.</span><br /><br />Erm. Rite. You’ve already lost your credibility, your trust. I personally don’t trust you anymore. I spoke to the owner of the bowl yesterday. Yeah, the bowl belongs to another workmate. I’m collecting it on her behalf. I can bet my life on this that if I never bother to chase the bowl up with this bitch, this would’ve gone unnoticed.<br /><br />Anyways, side tracked abit. As discussed, we’ve decided that if she failed to return the bowl on Friday, which happened to be today, the bitch can keep the bowl for good, we just want the money back, and that’s the end of it. Period.<br /><br />Ain’t too sure what will transpire later today. Keep you lots posted on this one.<br /><br />Stay tuned! </p>sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-47357486850690344752011-02-15T20:57:00.000+08:002011-02-15T20:57:00.880+08:00Just Another Peaceful DayI’m back again. This entry was supposed to be up last week but…..ahh…skip the reasoning. Here goes nothing.<br /><br />A workmate just threw the "ultimate letter" last week. Yeah. Reason behind? ‘twas a stupid reason to start with. Ain’t going in depth on this one, since this workmate of mine has made the decision, just let it be. We’re all adults now, one should be responsible for whatever decisions that he/she make in life. All I can say is good luck in your future undertaking, in case you’re reading this.<br /><br />Ain’t no time for complaining/ranting now. Since this workmate has decided to “move on”, the position Is now vacant. Just had a word with both my manager & Motivator yesterday, apparently they’re opening up the position for those who are interested in applying for the vacancy. Whoever it is, good luck.<br /><br />Tonite is gonna be some tale of the pictures, just to share with you lots.<br /><br /><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTa63uZ-Kz4/TVp1VW-CyJI/AAAAAAAABHA/ENuOxVc-8SY/s320/DSC00180.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573896498627922066" border="0" />This bowl of instant noodle was prepared for me by one of my workmates after much pestering and disturbance and “abusive words" being hurled to her. At the end, she succumbed to my “request” and made this for me. 'twas delicious. Well, when one is hungry, every food that is available will be delicious. This picture was taken at exactly 12 noon. Don't you worry, I know. I love you too!<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YgR29rj_Ad0/TVp1V8lOTZI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6SxHKb9kEJg/s320/DSC00181.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573896508724366738" border="0" /><br /><br />This mug above is a gift, well, not exactly a gift. It’s more of a complimentary mug after we purchased the meal on promotion on that day. Reason why I post this one up is because of the uniqueness of the mug design. C’mon, I’m no artist or the likes of it but this one really caught my eyes. Hence it’s up here.<br /><br />Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. The whole office was brimming with the air of love. Outta nowhere we were supposed to participate in this Valentine’s Day gift exchange event. Seriously, why would one wanna do that?! I'm already pissed with the whole idea of this Valen-fucking-tine Day being created/invented at the first place. I'm further incensed by the fact that I hafta buy gift(s) and giving out V-Day gift to someone you have no intimate feelings with, aside from professionally being “engaged” with ‘em all. Not that I’m being a party blooper or anti-social kinda bastard but this kinda stuff is meant to be done individually, showing your feeling by exchanging gifts on a V-Day really, really got me scratching my head. Here’s how it goes:<br /><br />You gotta pick a name outta the bowl which contains lotsa names being cut into small pieces. Right, you got yourself a “valentine” to express your feelings with a gift. Sounds stupid on a V-Day? Yeah. It does. Whoever that came up with this gift exchange idea on a V-Day is really a no brainer. If it’s on a Christmas season, yes, I can understand that but to do that on a Vale-fucking-tine’s Day?! Seriously, better just scrap the idea. It’s just retarded. No one in the whole wide world will be doing a gift exchange on a Valen-fucking-tine’s Day.<br /><br />Then again, everyone seems so keen onto this gift exchange thing. I had no choice but to ask one of my workmate to go down and get the cheapest gift available that strikes his eyes. There. Found it. A stupid cup, designed just for this occasion, got the gift, unwrapped, and I handed it over to the event organizer. There, my “job” is done. And in return, I got my V-Day’s gift. See below<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHJQZGUXRQc/TVp1VtWk7WI/AAAAAAAABHI/bkHNSODVqXI/s320/DSC00182.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573896504636403042" border="0" /><br />It’s a set of Chinese chess In case you’re wondering what the fuck is this weird looking square box is. Took me sometime to open up the box. Thanks very much to the sender, whoever you are. But I gotta tell you this: where did you dig up this old box? It looked as if it’s being used time and again, or it’s been deserted at some corner or underneath your bed/closet for ages. It’s dusty, that’s why.<br /><br />Irregardless, I opened it and had a go with another workmate of mine at work. Don't believe me?? See picture below again.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awkcI9dBo8M/TVp1WBLqLnI/AAAAAAAABHY/0ZzvT611TnI/s1600/DSC00183.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awkcI9dBo8M/TVp1WBLqLnI/AAAAAAAABHY/0ZzvT611TnI/s320/DSC00183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573896509959319154" border="0" /></a><br />Today is public holiday for my country. I was supposed to be working, but I requested from Motivator that I needed a time-off as I’ve been working since the turn of the year without any break on weekdays. Request granted after much negotiations. Had a nice, and comfy day off without worrying anything, whilst doing absolutely nothing at home. Finish up some long overdue dramas and movies along the way. There. That’s what have been happening recently with me. No ranting, just some happy stuff. At least for me.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-41066963553013677372011-02-09T10:29:00.000+08:002011-02-09T10:29:00.522+08:00Celebration!G’day everyone. This entry was supposed to be up during the weekend but somehow, someway it got delayed til today.<br /><br />Was rather busy for the past 2 days after return from our public holiday celebration over the weekend. But something broke out during that period. I’ve done something that I’ve not done before during this big public holiday celebration time.<br /><br />Throughout the years, these type of public holidays are meant to be sitting duck at home, doing nothing but waitin’ for relatives to visit our house, and got asked by them on:<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">When are you getting married?</span> **when the time comes, I’ll tell you.**<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Have you got a dating partner yet?</span> **again, please refer to above**<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">You want me to be a matchmaker?</span> **thanks, but no thanks**<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Not going anywhere since it’s holiday?</span> **you won’t see me here, if I’m already out**<br /><br />It’s the bloody same question year-in year-out with this buncha old fags. Don’t they get bored? If they’ve run outta things to say/ask, just shut the fuck up and enjoy the once-a-year reunion then. seriously, sometimes I’m abit annoyed by all these “traditional” stuff. Yea. Don’t like it, so sue me!<br /><br />Anyways, back to my origin story of this entry. I’ll really wanted to get outta house for awhile, have a few drinks with best mates and forget fuck all about this holiday celebration. Call me whatever you like, the mood surrounding this public holiday celebration is incomparable to those days, back about 10 years ago. Back then, there are always time to celebrate, reasons to go back to my mom’s hometown to celebrate with the uncles and the aunties and the relatives who stay there since god-knows-when. This village is so full of natural resources, the hills, the sands, the bugs, the animals, the wells and everything else that you can think of a village. Simple, imagine Lord of the Ring’s hobbits living place. Yea. That should ring a bell. The celebration and the mood is owh-so-different without the feel of the hectic life in the capital town where I’m living in. everything is just slow, smooth, relaxing as times goes by. We can run up and down the hills, got splashed by the sand near the beach, which is about 30minutes drive from town et al. you get the drill.<br /><br />Anyways, so 3 of us went off to a pub downtown for a drink. ‘twas initially for a few drinks. So, we went into a pub and ordered few drinks. Few minutes later, the security guard came and asked 3 of us for identity check, just to make sure we’re of legal age to consume alcohol. Got to know from my mates that this pub that we’re in currently just got raided 1 month ago ‘cos of some underage kids snuck in and my mates stayed overnight at the cop station on that nite, the very same nite that he celebrated his birthday. Talk about bad luck.<br /><br />Of ‘cos, all 3 of us went through the identity check smoothly. But the fear of getting raided again on that nite really put us on our toes. Feeling insecure, we went on to another club few stores away to continue the nite. A club that never got raided eversince they starts open for business. The rest is history. We enjoyed the nite til 4 in the morning. 3 of us, consumed a bottle of hard liquor. Yea. 3 persons, 1 bottle. Talk about records, at least for me it is. ‘twas an unforgettable nite for me as I did it for the first time during this major public holiday celebration.<br /><br />Little that I know that I was supposed to visit one of my workmate’s new house the very next day and the time to meet up was at 2 in the afternoon. I was only able to get my ass off the bed, slightly sober 15minutes before the time of meet-up. Goddamn!<br /><br />There. A nite to remember, on a nite that I was supposed to stay at home and “entertain” those old fags that come visiting my house for the celebration.<br /><br />3rd day after a wild nite last Friday and weekend. Hardly can adjust my body clock back to normal to work. Had a quick nap this morning for about an hour due to tiredness. Almost done with work at about 2 hours ago. Things are quite lively today ‘cos there’s not much work to do compared to past 2 days. ‘twas a full, busy past 2 days ‘cos of the enormous workflow in the team. 2 headcounts were stil on holiday leave and we were down to 4 headcounts, out of the full force of 6 usually. I was very surprised that I was deep into working and thinking when it’s about 15minutes to off work. That’s the 1st time ever since I joined this new team back in October last year that I’m so busy at work.<br /><br />That’s all from me for now. Be back for more. Got a funny story to tell you lots in the next entry about a new gal in another team, within the same floor with me. Trust me on this. It IS gonna be funneh!sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-38649171225062939272011-02-04T13:44:00.000+08:002011-02-04T13:44:00.663+08:00Second day of Public Holiday<div align="left">1st off. Happy holidays to all who celebrate it. This entry was meant to be up yesterday but due to “unforeseen circumstances”, I’m unable to. Now that I’m quite free in the office, here goes.<br /><br />Rite. It’s public holidays herein my country I’m living in. public holidays without traffic. Therefore basement parking down in my office area cost us exactly 1 buck, which is the cheapest in town for an office area. Yeah, but basement parking only operates at 7am. For the poor me that start work at 2hours before, I’ll need to park my car elsewhere near office vicinity. When the clock hits 7am, I’ll need to get down to retrieve my vehicle and drive it into the basement parking.<br /><br />You might wondering what the fuck am I mumbling about this kinda stuff on a public holiday. Heck, it’s my blog. Just read on, it’ll relates to the sole purpose of this entry. Trust me on this. I’ll never lie, EVER!<br /><br />As I mentioned earlier, it’s public holiday for 2 consecutive days. The normal spot that my colleagues get their breakfast is not open. Hence, we’ll be starving to death without food. Being a kind person that I am, and always be, I offered to get ‘em breakfast whilst getting my car at a nearby restaurant which operates 24/7. Got the orders from workmates ready, off I go with another mate to buy those breakfast.<br /><br />Head back to office with food, food, and nothing but food. Started to segregate the breakfast according to their requests.<br /><br />Then, came a voice saying:<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>"Ei, why my breakfast is not cut? I thought I told you to cut it?"<br /></strong></span><br />Hearing this, I was stunned. I in turn said:<br /><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong>"Huh? I don’t know. I’m just responsible in getting it for y’all. Whether cut or not, I really don’t have any idea."<br /></strong></span><br />She, yes. It’s a bloody “she” persisted she ordered the breakfast to be cut upon ordering.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>"Jesus, I specifically asked you guys to have it cut but it’s not. It’s troublesome."<br /></strong></span><br />And then she went on and on and on about her breakfast not being cut for the next 5 minutes while I busy chomping down my own portion of breakfast, totally ignoring her.<br /><br />For crying out loud, it’s just a bloody breakfast, why the fuck would you be so particular about it? Just fucking stuff it into your fucking black, stinky mouth and shut the fuck up, would ‘ya?<br /><br />But no, she’s kept it on and on. No one seems to bother and even fucking care to what she’s been mumbling and complaining about.<br /><br />Seriously. Cut or not cut, what’s the difference?<br /><br />Just in case you wanna know the difference of the breakfast that she’s been so particular about. Here’re some “illustrations” to it. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569704163647269778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TUuQbWI1q5I/AAAAAAAABG0/nmGfeg7DxBo/s320/roti_canai.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">This is un-cut version of it. In full, complete piece. </span></em></p><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569704163922189602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TUuQbXKYnSI/AAAAAAAABGs/csgz_2NvTwM/s320/100_5349.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">This is the cut version of it, with sauce ready in it. </span></em><br /><br /><br />There. The only difference, if you know what I mean.<br /><br />To top it all off, the bitch who has been making all these complaints is the exact same bitch that was complaining about her breakfast budget which I posted up few entries prior to this one. You may go ahead and read the previous one over <a href="http://sinoffire.blogspot.com/2011/01/on-day-like-this-round-2.html">HERE</a>.<br /><br />1st, breakfast budget.<br /><br />Now, this. Seriously, doesn’t she have anything better to do than complaining stuff that doesn’t go her way? And this is only just breakfast. What about things that happen in her life that doesn’t go her way? I‘m seriously feeling pity to her hubby already. Whining and complaining every single fucking thing that doesn’t go in accordance to her liking.<br /><br />Meh. Fuck off!<br /><br />On a sidenote, it’s been 3months now since the latest newbie in my new department has settled down. He’s slowly crawled into my “Wall of Shame” and “Ignore List” already, apart from Motivator & Dimwit. Perhaps I’ll do it the next time then. If I were to do it now in this very same entry, it will be time consuming for me to type, and for you to read on. </p>sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-16785854395675707492011-01-27T11:07:00.001+08:002011-01-27T11:30:49.432+08:00DamagesToday it’s about the tale of the pictures that I’ve uploaded. Nothing much to rant about. Perhaps in another entry.<br /><br />So one fine day, I went out with my mom for holiday season shopping. Yeah. The big holiday coming up in early February. Mom called my on my mobile.<br /><br />M: Mom<br />F: Me<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">M: Son, I wanna buy a water filter ‘cos the last one has died down few weeks back.<br /></span><span style="color:#6633ff;">F: OK. But we can only do it after I’m done with my work on that day. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">M:Ok. </span><br /><br />Few hours later, went and pick her up and entered into a shopping centre nearby to check it out ‘cos according to those neighbours bitches the water filter that my mom wanted is available there.<br /><br />Strolled around the shopping centre. Mom spotted an Induction Cooker to her liking, which deviates from her original purpose for the trip: water filter. Yeah. That’s women for you. They’ll never stick to their original purpose of going shopping at any point of time, regardless of age. Haha.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">M: Son, I want this. Ask the sales person how much it is.<br /></span><span style="color:#6633ff;">F: Yo sales guy! I want this. Talk to me on this. Gimme best price as well. </span><br /><br />After rounds and rounds of explanation and negotiation, my mom finally made her decision on getting the a cheaper cooker. Then I told her this:<br /><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">F: Mom. You’re gonna use this for long. If you wanna get one in case of you run outta gas, better get one that is with higher quality and durable and easier to operate. Yo, sales, get me this.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">M: Woah, so expensive. You pay? </span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">F: Ahhhh, yea yea yea. Let's go. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">M: *evil smirks*<br /><br /></span>End result: see picture below.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566500660171572034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TUAu25uBA0I/AAAAAAAABGI/6sYkl43Gb8w/s320/DSC00176.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Elba eic-2000 Induction cooker picture Cost me 300 bucks after 10% discount. </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></strong><br /></div>Ok. Done with this one. Off we go hunting for the sole purpose of going to this shopping centre: water filter.<br /><br />Can’t find any ‘cos the model that my house is using all these while is already obsolete and the manufacturer doesn’t come out with any replacement for the model anymore. Then I told my mom:<br /><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">F: Ma, get rid of the current one. It cost us just 90 bucks back then. it’s been years we’ve been using it and it’s already served it’s purpose. Time for a new one.<br /></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">M: Hokay. I’ll go to downtown next week and get a new one, and then claim from your dad.<br /></span><span style="color:#6633ff;">F: ………</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">*shakehead</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">* facepalm*</span><br /><br />There. 300 bucks gone in just about 15mins. That’s 300 on top of what I’ve fork out during our first round of shopping the very week before in time for the holiday celebration coming in February.<br /><br />Reached home, meddlde with the induction cooker. Turn out to be “user-friendly” than anyone expected. Even my mom start using it every other hour since the day ‘twas “introduced” to our house. Talk about value for money.<br /><br />Yesterday, I was desperate for a perfume as the last one ran out again. I blogged about this back in May 2009. See link <a href="http://sinoffire.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-hauls.html">HERE</a>.<br /><br />Wanted to get my hands on some brand that I’ve never try before and also something the smells abit fresh. So happen that one of my mates wanted to get a smartphone pouch for his newly acquired smartphone. Hence we set on a trip to get both stuff in one place.<br /><br />Strolled down to a infamous shopping centre downtown after work. Walked around the shopping centre hunting for the stuff that we both wanted. Gotten to some phone accessories store, only to find out that they run outta stock for the pouch that my mate was looking for. He gave up rite after that as the shopping centre doesn’t have much phone accessories store. Hence we went on and scour around for my perfume fragrance outlets. After much testing and tinkling, I’ve finally opted for the below:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566500664910359250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TUAu3LX1KtI/AAAAAAAABGQ/Qc7DDgWYMiY/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Left-right: Deodorant Spray~Shower Gel~Eau de Toilette<br /></span></strong></em><br />The package comes to gether with shower gel & deodorant spray and a bag as freebies and also few other miniature samples from the same brand, but different frangrances. See picture below.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566500670129523090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TUAu3e0LSZI/AAAAAAAABGY/g7J6hhk39aY/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Freebies 1 Left - Right: miniature samples of Bottled Night ~ White Edition ~ Element</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566500678509990706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TUAu3-CPEzI/AAAAAAAABGg/1zvluFvQDJQ/s320/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Freebies 2: The Bag...the bag...THE BAG!!!!</span></em></strong></p><p>Damage on yesterday’s shopping? Approximately 350. Yeah, but I do think it’s money well spent again. The last one I had lasted me for almost 2 years now. Wonder how long this one will last for 100ml.<br /><br />Then off I go with my mate to a digital mall nearby to continue his search for the smartphone pouch. None of them have stock. Giving up, again. My mate opted to go to the official store and ask them on the availability of the stock and will go ahead and purchase it as he’s a tad bit frustrated after all the store personnels told him the same story over and over and over again.<br /><br />No Stock.<br /><br />I ain’t too sure the reason behind but I think the reason why the pouch that my mate was looking wasn’t that popular and hence they didn’t bring in any stock at all. Even that, the other pouch brands’ price is exorbitant considering that they’re not even official store. Talk about daylight robbery.<br /><br />Ahh well, I went home a happy person whilst my mate went home abit frustrated not getting what he wanted. Ahh, better luck next time though.<br /><br />There. A light post. Not much of a swearing entry.<br /><br />Be back for more. </p>sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-20750656494220323232011-01-26T08:52:00.000+08:002011-01-26T08:52:00.399+08:00A Post....Just for You, My Friend. My Great FriendBeen wanting to put this one up since Sunday but I don’t know how to ‘cos it’s rather difficult to start with. However, let’s try this for once but me thinks it’s gonna be with a heavy heart.<br /><br />Was browsing through my blog last nite, only to find that I’ve been blogging for almost 3 years now. What a great feat eh?? Funny how it all started with life surrounded by absurd, retarded customers until today, which is surrounded by the likes of ‘em, and somehow I feel there’s a change in the way I blog in opposed to the origin of this blog. And funnily enough that I didn’t put this very article even after it happen way before the start of this humble blog of mine. Meh. What am I mumbling about. Just ignore those. I just wanna make the entry abit longer as it seems.<br /><br />Got a friend, to whom I know him since the start of the century. A good mate, whom I shared the laughter,the tears, the crazy stuff happen in the office with. There’s nothing that we won’t share, ‘cept for life partner of cause. He was my mentor, my senior, the person that I look up to back then. simply because he’s so knowledgeable in work as well as in life. So much stuff in common between both of us. Even our birth year and month is the same, we’re just a week apart in terms of birthday. Talk about coincident in life. He was the one who picked me up when I was down in year 2005. Strive hard together to get through that hard times. But a year after that, something happen.<br /><br />I guess you shuda guessed it by now. My mate was down with some mysterious sickness that nothing can cure of. Went to a doc. Doc said the sickness is really, really, really rare in this world. Only 2-3% of people in this world will get this kinda sickness. I’ve forgotten the name of the disease *or it might have not been told to me ever*. It’s recoverable only by Chemotherapy. Yeah. We all know how expensive it is to go through that Chemotherapy session. Each session will cost the patient a whole lot more financially than one can imagine. Even that, the Chemotherapy session would not even guarantee his recovery. Hearing this, the family decided to try another way traditionally. They went to some ancient sensei for some guidance and hopefully some ways to help in curing this mysterious sickness that my mate has. In short, and cruelly put it, from my point of view, my mate is just waiting for THE day to come and he’ll be with the likes of Zeus, Poseidon, James Dean, MJ to where they are now. Yeah. He’s waiting to die.<br /><br />Eversince the news broke out about his sickness, he has not been answering our calls, no reply on messages. it makes me feels like he’s avoiding the world ‘cos of the sickness. We even went to his house but everytime got shoo-ed off by his family member in a polite manner as :” he’s not feeling well and he needs to rest now”. In normal circumstances, I would’ve fuck them up straight but shouting what the fuck is wrong with him. But knowing this mate of mine for half a decade, he would’ve at least tell us what’s wrong with him. Seeing this, I think something is terribly wrong with him already.<br /><br />When my mate was well, he’s well built, almost same size like me, a tad bit of beer belly, average height, with healthy skin. But after the sickness struck him, his weight socially has gone down drastically. His beer belly has disappeared. His chin has gone down from square to sharp, his cheek has deepened inside as if there were insufficient flesh. With that being said, all these changes made his appearance looked like a child without enough food from those 3rd world country. This is the impression that I’ve got when I went and visit him with another close mate after he got the sickness.<br /><br />Few weeks later, ‘twas only me who went and visit him. He was just lying on bed, unable to raise his hand, talking to me, with his weak voice. Went into his room, he was covered with blanket, sorta complaining about the weather being abit cold, even without the aircon on and ‘twas a sunshining evening. This made me even worrying for him.<br /><br />I can’t get the exact date of him leaving us but I do know how he said goodbye to us.<br /><br />‘twas a fine noon. As usual, my mate went for his usual doc session early morning. Everything was in order and okay. When he reached home, his dad was about to carry him outta car. With my mate’s hands on his dad’s shoulder, he suddenly went blank. His legs were energyless. His whole body collapsed on his dad. And that was it. That’s the end of his journey in this world. He has joined the aforementioned great people who have ever graced this world. I’ve just lost a great, great, great friend.<br /><br />He’s gone. Went for his funeral on nite time. Met lotsa friends, long time friends from same team previously. Those who left, those are stil in the team. Had a great reunion, in a sad, sad way. No tears at all. Strange eh? That’s how it was on that nite.<br /><br />Come morning, when we’re supposed to send him to incineration. His last journey with us. When I was on my way to the venue of his funeral prior seeing him off the road, I was having flashbacks of the time we spent together throughout that 5-6 years period. Suddenly, tears started to flow down my eyes. I can hardly contain those emotions. The feeling was unspeakable how I felt at that time. All I know was that, I was driving with watery eyes throughout the whole trip to the funeral. 30-45 minutes of tears flowing non-stop. This is the 1st time ever I’ve cried throughout my life.<br /><br />Arrived at the funeral, the monk did some “ceremony” prior to sending him off to the final journey. Final nail onto the coffin. That was it. All who present were crying out loud, if not weeping. All eyes were watery. Tears were shed. Off we go. ‘twas about 1km of walking, with the vehicle that drove his coffin away. Again, the tears continue to flow. Flashbacks, flashbacks after flashbacks. Tears, tears. Those were the only thing that I could think about while seeing him off.<br /><br />Arrived at the venue of seeing his body being burnt to ashes. The moment the coffin were lowered down to the incineration container. I struggled to pull myself together. My mate’s life partner was rushing towards the coffin to stop the coffin from going down, but the effort was useless for it was a fact that his body is going to be burnt down to ashes. All emotions were running wild the moment the fire was lit. the coffin was slowly moving towards the fire. Screams, shouts, cries, weeps. All you can think of, it’s all happening at the same time. Gosh. That was too much for me stuff.<br /><br />That was it. A friend which will be long remembered. A close mate. A great mate. Lost. You might be askin’ why this sudden sad post of mine this morning.<br /><br />Yeah. I went and pray for him on Sunday. Flashbacks struck me again. Hence the intention of this post.<br /><br />Rest in peace, KK. I shall remember you for always.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-61886367375732582782011-01-20T09:20:00.001+08:002011-01-20T09:20:00.328+08:00On A Day Like This - Round 2<div><div><div>Today is public holiday in my country, and yet I need to work. Talk about fucked up stuff. It’s about 8 in the morning and I’m already pissed off. Godamnit!!<br /><br />First thing first, what will be the first thing you do when you got up in the morning after all the brush ups. Yes. You’ll be looking for something to stuff it up your bloody throat, and then off to your stomach, so that you can get it going for the rest of the morning.<br /><br />Yes. It’s breakfast I’m mumbling about. No supervisor around, no manager around, no cocksucing, butt linking action available today ‘cos they’re all cuddling in their own bedroom at time of this post entry due to public holiday. Hence, the team has suggested me to go out and buy them some breakfast, which they normally do on a street nearby our work place, by again, due to public holiday, no food is available near office.<br /><br />Fair ‘nuff. Take for the team I’d say. Took all orders, me and my mate went out and buy ‘em colleagues breakfast. It’s a short distance but it’s about 10-15minutes drive from our workplace. Yea. Done packing and ordering. Back to workplace. Distributed the food in accordance to their requests. Some people will just have to be party blooper at any point of time.<br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>“Why so expensive?” </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>“My budget for breakfast is only</strong></span> [insert amount here].”<br /><br />Seriously. What the flying fuck is this??<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>You didn’t tell me your “breakfast budget” upon ordering.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong>You didn’t tell me you ever had a “breakfast budget”.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>I’m not your husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>I’m not God.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>I’m not a psychiatrist.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>I’m not mind reader.</strong></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div>If I am any of the above, you won't be reading this masterpiece here anymore. You will be seeing me on tele day N' nite.</div><div> </div><div>I’m just a fucking worker working in the same department as you. So when people has gone through all the trouble to buy you breakfast, instead of saying “thanks”, you went and utter those fucking stupid cunt words to me.<br /><br />What a bitch!<br /><br />Fuck that shit. I ain’t doing this kinda fucking idiotic stuff anymore, not for ANYONE!!!!!! ANYMORE!!!!<br /><br />Breakfast budget. Fuck the hell off.<br /><br />On a sidenote, another hilarious stuff just popped up yesterday. Please see picture below.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564070940155318530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TTeNClUIEQI/AAAAAAAABF8/QVLbbVq_ZWo/s320/king.JPG" border="0" /><br />The sender of the email originated from dimwit. In case you have no fucking idea who this dimwit is, please go ahead and waste some time and read my previous entries. The recipient of the email is the trainer.<br /><br />There. Read through the email picture above and found anything wrong with it??<br /><br />Yeah. The way the email was constructed.<br /><br />“Please read through and advise me”????!!!!!!<br /><br />Who the fuck are you then??? Dimwit?!?!?!!? If you don’t know what’s wrong with the case, just go and do some homework before you post such retarded, brainless email onto your trainer! This line is put in such a way that the trainer has the obligation to tell you the next step. Seriously.<br /><br />Dim-fucking-wit!!! He deserves no place in this working environment. This guy should just scram back to which hole that he’s originated from, and never come back! Fucking hell. A bloody nuisance to human race. A pest he is, needs to be exterminated ASAP.<br /><br />That’s it. Rant’s over. Back to work now.</div></div>sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-53026733888824695892011-01-19T06:33:00.000+08:002011-01-19T06:33:00.858+08:00Tales of Pictures<div><div>It's been awhile since I last posted some pictures in my entries. Well then, let's do this today eh?</div><div> </div><div>Like my last post earlier, the next entry is going to be pictures, pictures and pictures..... Since New Year eve celebration it seems. Yeap. Been saving all the pictures for y'all to see. Without further a due. Here we go! <div><div><div><div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563649250631509266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TTYNhBbCZRI/AAAAAAAABEk/wq04-Won5Tk/s320/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" /><br />Went for a New Year eve celebration with buncha mates in one of the famous shopping centre downtown. The cards, the liquors, the smokes. Talk about fun time.</div><div><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563649265001718722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TTYNh29KY8I/AAAAAAAABEs/hz_0elVSMJ4/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /><br />The above is my driving license. Only realised this the very afternoon on New Year's day. Yeah. I was pretty smashed after the 2 rounds of celebration in 2 different places ie. (1) at the shopping centre downtown and the 2nd one is at my mate's new house warming party. </div><div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563649271146944690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TTYNiN2TGLI/AAAAAAAABE0/yP9ViYjtzIw/s320/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /><br />Yea. This is the "wallpaper" of my workmate. Couldn't resist it. Absolute work of art. All information are at wall.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563649279552117394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TTYNitKP2pI/AAAAAAAABE8/mCdxpQJ1BCo/s320/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>This, my fellow readers, is my new workplace. Much better looking than the previous ones. However it's slightly smaller compared to the previous ones, that's the only down side of it though.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563649282303954322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TTYNi3aVjZI/AAAAAAAABFE/AyriKPm2Otk/s320/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563649511925983154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TTYNwO0fp7I/AAAAAAAABFM/GdtWkVUUVtM/s320/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>The above 2 pictures are just go to show you lots the key to my pedestal. One for backup, which is to be kept by our very own keeper, and the other one is to be kept by our ownselves. Reason why I'd like to share with y'all this key pictures is because of the sophisticated design that can connect 2 keys in one. Woah!!!!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563649518494037762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TTYNwnScNwI/AAAAAAAABFU/8HrukTLMsVM/s320/DSC00170.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563649527313591458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TTYNxIJL7KI/AAAAAAAABFc/RsCkfntkb18/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>As for this last 2 pictures. Went for a drink on last Friday 'cos of *what else* the pressure that has been growling in me on that day. A certain newbie just irate me and I thought I'd have had enough of it for the day, and I need to get it off my chest somehow. The easiest way to do it: alcohol. </p><p>Can't blame me on this though. I'm working downtown. Loads of shopping centres and the likes of it within the office vicinity. Due to the competitiveness of the shops amongst themselves, who will reap the benefits then? Of 'cos the end user, like us!!!!! The above is pronounced as "Stoi~ker" in german, which means "stronger". It's freshly brewed even the bugs kept on flying into the mug on few occassions until I requested the waiter to change it for me. </p><p>Normally, ordinary pints of beers will not make me feel woozy. But this. This pint of Starker really made my eyes wide open. 3 pints, and I'm gone. Seriously. Never before I have this kinda feeling. I can stil remember this: Reached home around 8pm-ish, took a shower, and off to bed straight away. When I woke up from slumber, 'twas already 9am the next morning. Talk about "freshness" of this pint of beer. In addition to that, the german beer store is stil having a promotion of buy 1 pint, free half pint free til god-knows when. Not that I'm advocating for your guys to try this piece of epic drink but in the event there's a chance for you to try german beer, try STARKER!!!!! <span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>*please pronounce it as "Stoi-ker". It's german words*</strong></span></p>sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-44789209418804816552011-01-18T11:59:00.001+08:002011-01-18T11:59:00.099+08:00And Another OneCouldn’t resist to post another one up on the same day. Yeah. It’s kinda abnormal for me to post twice in a day. ‘nuff of blabbering, so here we go again!<br /><br />Like I mentioned earlier. There’s a photo session in conjunction to our new floor. Hence everyone needs to dressed up nicely in an effort to have their face to be published in a yearly calendar, which is to be distributed internally. Of course the time of the photo session is just about the time when we make a call out to all our clients getting the funds collected from them, and yet they intend to do it at that point of time. Talk about time management. Fair enough, could’ve been the advice from the top guys up there after much considerations and thoughts.<br /><br />When times come, Motivator couldn’t wait any longer and start shouting around for us to get into the phtoto session. FFS we’ve got work to finish up before the photo session mate!! We are all well aware of the session and when it’ll take place but at least allow us time to finish up whatever that is at hand prior to that photo session. Goddamnit!<br /><br />Work done, for now. Rushed off to the photo session. Deep inside my mind, I was thinking to myself this:<br /><br />Yeah. Go ahead. Enjoy it. This could well be your last photo session with us. Yeah. Enjoy it while it last, you incompetent skank!<br /><br />During the photo session, he asked us to do different posing, which is much to the team’s discontent, and none of us taking a piss off it. So in the end, ‘twas the same pose for few photos to be taken and be placed as the calendar internally.<br /><br />Tomorrow is his judgement day: Discussion with big boss on his performance for the past year since he joined us last May. Hope for the “best”.<br /><br />That’s another one from myself.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-68023047735471482002011-01-18T07:20:00.000+08:002011-01-18T07:20:00.619+08:00Introducing: DimWitAnother post, another entry from the office. Yea. Have I ever told you guys N’ girls that I’ve moved to a brand new office area recently?? I ain’t too sure about it but anyways, just in case I didn’t, yes, I’ve moved to another floor. Basically, the whole department that handling the similar same set of clients’ background are being moved to a different floor. Maybe it’s just a way of the guys up there wanted to show their gratitude towards an unbeatable year of 2010? I don’t know. Or there could some other reasons behind this? I’ve no fucking idea at all, and I don’t bloody care about it. All I know is, the new workplace is absolutely awesome. The whole department consists of 7 different teams are currently situated under one roof, one floor, where we are able to see each other. No more “travelling” to different floor for “further inquiries”.<br /><br />Another thing just riled me up yesterday. I’m sure you lots aware that in an advance world of today, the email communication tool that we used to send outgoing & receive incoming mails from both internal & external is very essential in our day-to-day activities. This dimwit newbie of mine, yea. The one that I swapped with previously <span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>*Let’s do this, shall we? This black dimwit that I swapped with previously, I’ll addressed him as dimwit from hereon. ‘cos there’s another newbie that starts to infuriates me already*.</strong></span> He had some problems with his email tools since start of day, or rather at the same time of my entry yesterday. For the ones like us, if there’s any problem with just about any system, we’ll go ahead and report it to the local helpdesk to seek assistance and hoping to solve that problem ASAP. But this dimwit chose to just sit his fucking black, stinky ass there and do nothing until Motivator arrives. Remember, in case you forget, Motivator and this dimwit are close friends, even as much as they would like to deny that fact, it’s clear for all to see.<br /><br />When Motivator arrives, he was made known of the “difficulties” faced that dimwit by none-other-than the dimwit himself. Yeah. Retards dealing with retards, perfect combination. Befitting eh? Instead of the dimwit raising the concern to the local helpdesk himself, it’s Motivator that raised for him! What the fuck?! Why didn’t he do the same for all of us whenever the same occurs to us then? What makes this dimwit deserves special treatment than all of us? What’s the fuck up with that, eh?!??! The best part is, whenever we report a technology enquiry to the local helpdesk, we’ll need to go through the identity validation process as well. How the fuck that Motivator is able to pass through that is really beyond anyone’s imagination. Perhaps Motivator has got some of his own technology stuff that needs to be solved as well then?? Nah. Not that I fucking care about it. But I maybe wrong on this though. Don’t quote me on it.<br /><br />24 hours have passed since the email tool is malfunction for the dimwit. All I hear the whole fucking day is a repetition of:<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>“My email tool is malfunction. I can’t do anything.”<br /><br /></strong></span>Eventhough your email tool is down, that doesn’t give you an excuse of not doing anything about it. Why can’t you show abit of urgency by following-up with the helpdesk and ask ‘em the exact time of the issue be solved?!?!? I remember I posted about this email tool frustration previously. Yea. That was a bitch I tell ya! I’ll half paralysed if I don’t have it up and running for even less than 5 minutes. And yet this dimwit will just sit and fuck back and relaxing it the whole fucking day.<br /><br />Like I reiterate times and again. This kinda people are pests, just like that previous bitch I blogged about, who later gotten the boot from the guys up there. She fucking deserves it, bitch! Now that’s one pest off, another 2 beckons. But I don’t see any possibilities for this dimwit to get the boot simply because Motivator has made this dimwit a confirmed staff, a permanent staff. Unless this dimwit do something miraculously wrong, then we’ll be seeing the back of him for a long time to come. As for Motivator, we shall know his fate tomorrow, like I told y’all yesterday. If Motivator’s gone, that’s another pest exterminated. 2 outta 3, not bad of a prediction then! This deserves a celebration. Not. As the dimwit is still here. The Motivator’s sole “legacy” is still here pestering us on a daily basis.<br /><br />Fucking hell.<br /><br />Today is the day the whole department is going to get their photo-shoot on this new floor as an official launch of this new floor for us. The theme that our team has decided is black, or anything dark colored working attire. Thus far, this fucking, retarded, brainless bloody dimwit has been saying the below to the whole team, that is:<br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>“Woah, you’re black!”<br /><br /></strong></span>I mean. <span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>WHAT DA FUCKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /></strong></span>He was there during the decision making of the team in black. He heard and he agreed to it personally as well. So what the fuck is this dimwit tryin’ to pull then???? is he tryin’ to be cute?? Fat chance. He looked like a fucking old fart. To those who watched this epic movie of Brad Pitt titled <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>“The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”</strong></span> where he was born old?? Yea. This dimwit is exactly that!! Fucking old fuck, but talk like a kid! He’s another pest that needs to be exterminated, urgently! Is there anyway that I can get rid of this pest?!<br /><br />Meh. Enough of pests stories. Give you a lighter note. The new work area that I’ve just moved in, absolutely lovin’ it especially the chair. Just for all of my fellow readers out there, in case you want to, or perhaps interested to get one, please head on to <a href="http://www.haworth.com/en-us/Spaces/NeoCon/Products-Partners-Alliances/Pages/Very-Task-Chair.aspx">HERE</a>. I’m enjoying every moment of it at time of this post.<br /><br />That’s all for now. Be back for more.<br /><br />Hopefully I can upload some pictures up in my next post.<br /><br />Signing off, from office.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-10418299273862200152011-01-17T08:02:00.000+08:002011-01-17T08:02:00.843+08:00On A Day Like ThisApologies on the lateness of this entry. Was supposed to put this one during the weekend, but due to game commitment, gotta do this during my work. Yeah. I’m at my workplace now. The time now stands at 6am. Yeah. I’m at work as early as that. Reason? Well, just say that my clients’ work environment requires me to do so.<br /><br />Anyways, ‘nuff about myself and reason of lateness for this post. This is gotta be rather “interesting” entry for myself. Ain’t too sure about you guys.<br /><br />If you were to flip through the pages of my humble blog recently, I’ve written that Motivator’s judgement day is some time within this month. Or perhaps it’s end of this very month. Yeap. The end is near. The day of reckoning is here. On a fine day like this, our big boss has asked the whole team to a meeting, without Motivator In it. This is what we generally called it as “Skip Level” meeting. This is the time you can voice out whatever dissatisfaction that you have hide it inside for so long to the big boss, without much thinking. This is the time you say the “Nay” or “Yay” to the big boss on Motivator in particular, or whoever you are directly reporting to. Inside the meeting, big boss kicked it off and passed the ball to us. He went straight into the topic with this:<br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>“Guys and girls, you know why am I here now. I’ll need to hear from you lot before I go to him (Motivator) on his appraisal. Fill me in as much as possible.”<br /></strong></span><br />With that being said. It ultimately means that it’s either Motivator is gonna get himself confirmed, or he’s gonna be out. I kept on stressing this to all my workmates is that:<br /><br />Motivator is on his extended probation now. If he can’t get through this one, he’s gonna be outta this role pretty soon as it’s against local labour law to have someone’s probation extended twice. In other words, he will be sacked! In addition to that, I got a funny feeling that if Motivator doesn’t get through this one, there’s a possibility of big boss extend his probation again ‘cos big boss is somehow, someway quite fond of this Motivator, probably ‘cos of his ability to sweet talk his way outta all the works. Meh, it’s just my imagination though.<br /><br />To be honest, my dear readers. None of my workmates really like Motivator, at all. Why? Well, there’s no why. When you dislike a person, it’s all in a package. There’s no particular reason as to <span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>WHY HATE HIM</strong></span> et al. When you hate someone, you just hate him. Reason or not doesn’t matter at all. You might still be asking then, why all my workmates be hating him then? if you’re askin’ that question here, perhaps you’re new to this blog space of mine. Re-visit my previous entries, all the interesting stories are written in it.<br /><br />There was no remorse felt towards Motivator anymore. All the things that he could’ve done, that he could’ve improved on, that he could’ve buck the fuck up and implement on have all been fucked up by himself. He’s an ass. He was a good talker to start with if you don’t know him. For starter, I’m not too fond of him on his first day at work already. I’m not too sure if I’ve posted this somewhere in my blog’s previous entries but here we go again. Let’s do some time travel here then.<br /><br />On his first day to work, my previous director, which is my current big boss’ boss came down to the town. Can’t remember the reason of the visit but he gotten the team, which is the previous team where I was in, (a fairly new team back then) into his room for a tad bit of discussion regarding to the team’s future. Later on, this Motivator got in, as a formal introduction to the team, by the director back then. I can stil remember what transpired after the bloody cocksucker, butt-licker Motivator said after that.<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Director: So, welcome aboard. I trust you woulda meet your team that is gonna be under your reporting by now. Anything you wanna say?</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Motivator: They’re great. Fantastic team. I can feel the energy and chemistry in the team. They’re very lively in work bla bla bla bla bla.......<br /></strong></span><br />What the flying fuck is this cocksucker tryin’ to do? Impress my director on his first day at job? I gotta give it to him then. The whole team barely talk to Motivator and yet he can come up with this kinda exaggerating expression and words? Seriously. Hmph, cocksucker at its best. While he’s at that, perhaps I should asked him what’s the lucky number for the jackpot then? Bloody hell!<br /><br />Anyways, back to the current affair after a wee bit of time travel. The whole team started with facts and truth about Motivator’s shortcomings. The one that really put the final nail into the coffin is this incident below.<br /><br />There was a team meeting with Motivator prior to big boss last week. Well, it’s just a general meeting discussing about our goals, our achievements etc etc etc. Then came the topic of team funds whereby each team member is supposed to fork out a lil’ bit of money so that at the end of the month, we’re able to use that funds to celebrate it outside among ourselves. In addition to that, he mentioned that he’s already gotten the agreement from the other team to go ahead. So all we need now is just the green light from the our very team and it’s a go already.<br /><br />Hearing this, the team gave it a go ahead. And just when we thought that things go smoothly from there. Wrong! You’re owh-so-fucking-wrong!<br /><br />The meeting between my current team & Motivator took place in the morning. The meeting between my previous team took place later in the afternoon, on the same day. Due to the fact that I need to wait for another mate in the previous team to retrieve our vehicles afterwork, I normally just hang around the office area whilst waiting. Because of the meeting of the previous team was held in an open area near where we work, we can easily overheard virtually everything if one wants to. Heard the term “Team Fund” arise again. So, I strolled over to their place, to my surprise, Motivator mentioned to me that they’re just starting to discuss about the team fund. Then what-the-flying-fuck did he just tell us in the morning then? I thought it’s all been agreed upon already? Why the discussion now? The previous team that I was in clearly have no clue at all on the team funds until Motivator told them in the meeting, which was held in the fucking after-fucking-noon!!!! This no-good-sonofabitch has just did it again. He just lied to us, again. Goddamnit!<br /><br />There. I’ve said it. That’ the main one the whole team raised it up to the big boss. In the end, the team said this: “The degree of trust, that guy just broke it. Well done!”<br /><br />According to reliable sources, big boss is going to discuss the appraisal with Motivator this coming Wednesday. There’s stil half a month to go. Decision has got to be made within that period. If he’s staying, I foresee lotsa discontent will arise from it. If he’s leaving, people will be happier. But the whole cycle will re-run itself again as in hiring, training and shit like that, if you know what I mean.<br /><br />On a sidenote, the newbie in my team replacing the already-gone senior is getting on my bloody nerves already. Perhaps I do it the next time time. I’m starting to work now. Yeah. 2 hours later.<br /><br />Be back for more yo~!!!!!sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-75137787277549598182011-01-03T09:09:00.000+08:002011-01-03T09:09:00.692+08:00New Year, New PostIt’s new year. It’s year 2011, and I’m posting this one up from office, as early as 7am now. ‘twas a pretty fun new year eve celebration. Managed to squeeze into downtown for the celebration. I was quite reluctant to get myself smashed on that nite, knowingly that I’m supposed to go to my friend’s new house warming the very same nite. Yeah. New house warming on new year eve. Talk about “a nite to remember” eh?? Then again, reached downtown around 8 in the evening, just to avoid 2 things:<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">(1) The fucking jam<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">(2) The fucking road closure</span></strong>.<br /><br />My country here is famous with these 2 abovementioned things by those stupid, retarded, fat local authorities. They’ll close the bloody road for some stupid reasons/events. Don’t forget I’m a tax-payer and I fucking pay you the mo-nay to ensure a smooth ride to town, not for you fuckers to close the road temporarily to let those bloody royalties to hog on the road/highways. Fuckin’ hell!<br /><br />Anyway, sidetracked abit. My spot of celebration was about 15minutes walk from work place. Yeah. Talk about convenience eh? Reached the spot around 9 in the evening, and that’s when the party started. About 1.5hrs later, I was pretty drunk ‘cos of the *ahem* alcohol available on that nite. I have a rule for my ownself. On any one nite, if I ever touched beer, I won’t be touching any hard liquor, and vice versa. That’s my rule of thumb when it comes enjoying the nite away. You might be asking why. Well, let’s just say that I ain’t a good drinker when it comes to mixing those 2 drinks inside my stomach. <span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>*Shit. Talk about that, I’m pretty starving at this point of blog entry*<br /></strong></span><br />Done with beers. Hard liquor serves up. I decided to chill around the pub & restaurant because of the above reasons. In addition to that, my mate’s house warming after midnite countdown. Yeah. Gotta make sure I’m stil sober enough for at least an hour to drive to my mate’s house. Without me realising, it’s 15minutes prior to new year. Outta nowhere, I got a sudden rush of adrenaline from within me, prompted myself to resurrect from slumber, and had an uncontainable, crazy 15minutes til new year. Had a chance to view the fireworks from my spot of celebration. Ain’t that great, mainly because I was blocked by those fuckers with their hands held high with their stupid, fucked up camera phone in their hands. Be it iPhone, androids, BB etc etc. You name it, they’ve got it. Gosh kids these days! And I’m stil using my good ol’ trusty SE C902. Stood for a good 5minutes or so for the fireworks to end.<br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557759431805994834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TSEgwcffh1I/AAAAAAAABEU/8oc1rf_WgWo/s320/sony-ericsson-c902.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">my current phone, used by James Bond previously</span></em></p><p><br />Done with countdown. It’s about time to leave the town and moving on to my mate’s new house warming spot, which is about 30minutes away from downtown. I was expecting there’s gonna be massive jam right after the countdown. To my surprise, there ain’t a slight bit of jam at the time of me leaving the town, which was 20-30 minutes after midnite. Yeah. Shell-shocked with it as well. Reached mate’s new house after 20minutes. Had another “few rounds” of *ahem* alcohol again. Yeah. Since I’m at a “house”, the rest is history.<br /><br />The very next day, woke up with headache and my throat was burning like fire. Quenched myself with few glasses of pure, clear, refreshing glasses of water. And back to bed. All I remember on the new year day was sleeping away. Woke up, drank water, sleep again. Been sleeping at home for at least 12 hours. I guess age has finally caught up with me then.<br /><br />Today, a Monday. A hot Monday. All my clients are on holiday and I’m stil can’t figure out a fucking single, solid reason of me coming back to work. It’s always like this. When all my clients are holidays, I’m supposed to come back and work. When my country of origin is on holiday, I stil gotta drag my fucking ass to work. So, may I ask:<br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>WHEN DA FUCK IS MY DESERVED HOLIDAY THEN??!!!!! </strong></span><br /><br />Don’t gimme bullshit about utilising my leave entitlement for your holidays and all those bullshit. I ain’t taking a piss off it. That’s my fucking entitlement. Don’t you ask me to touch that for I am using those to go to fucking ENGLAND IN 9 and 1/2 months!!!!<br /><br />Seriously.<br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>WHEN DA FUCK IS MY DESERVED HOLIDAY THEN??!!!!!<br /></strong></span><br />It’s 730am now. Took me 30mins to post this one up. Perhaps it’s the fastest around for me thus far. All my previous posts took me at least 2 hours to finish it. Talk about speed improvement eh?<br /><br />EDIT: Just done spring cleaning for the department as the whole team is going to move to another level within the same building end of this week. That was one helluva early morning excercise.<br /><br />Til then, be back for more. Hopefully.</p>sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-54579541002127743052010-12-31T13:37:00.000+08:002010-12-31T13:37:00.813+08:00Last Post of Year 2010<div><div>There there. Today marks 2 months since my last entry. It’s been busy 2 months for me. Reason behind?? Read on and you shall know. It’s about fucking time that I provides you all with the latest “developments” of the happenings in my workplace, as well as my personal life. Not that you all are interested to know, but heck, that’s the title of this fucking blog, ladies N’ gentlemen.<br /><br />Went through few changes since my last entry. Let’s see.<br /><br />A senior in my current team has moved on to another department pursuing career advancement. Instead of us missing her, it’s more like she missing us more. ‘cos of the fact that there’s absolutely no time for her to talk rubbish & unnecessary stuff in her new workplace. From what I heard, her new workplace is kinda falling behind on some portfolios and they’re working their butt off even on weekend to clear those work. Then again, it’s just words that I gathered. Do not fucking quote me on this.<br /><br />The black short dimwit that I swapped with has finally gotten himself confirmed in early December. Don’t ask me how, don’t ask me why. The only one that can have a say in all these is Motivator himself. I’ve no fucking idea what has the black short dimwit done during his 2 months’ time over in the opposite team to earn himself a permanent status in current employment, but seriously, I’m still dumbfounded but the fact of that. None of us could really believe it when the news broke out. Here’s the thing, a person that speaks local language, with local slang all over his mouth, serving oversea clients, ain’t doing good in terms of relationships with clients, nor his call quality, can get his ass confirmed is really beyond anyone’s imagination. The only thing that I can figured out why, is that the black short dimwit has a hand in buttsecking Motivator off work during weekend.<br /><br />I stil vaguely remember, the day after the dimwit gotten himself confirmed, he asked the team to go out for a drink, with him covering the bill. From all my previous entries, y’all should know that I never liked this dimwit in any circumstances. All you see is the dark side of me, * fuck, sounds like Star War now* when I’m pretending to be nice to him. Fuck that. I categorized both Motivator and the dimwit as same: Pests. Yes. Pests that are supposed to be exterminated, and not meant to be remain in office areas. So it remains to be seen how long will they last here. I’m just waiting for the day. D-day.<br /><br />On Motivator. Ain’t too sure what transpired since then, but “reliable sources” informed me that apparently Motivator appealed to have his contract to be extended 3 more months. Todate, it’s his 2nd month of the said extension. End of next month will be his judgement day. Leave? Stay? The team has already numbed by his antics. We no longer care what he does, or what he does not do. If he stays, it means more shits to come our way. If he leaves, the cycle will rerun itself again with another supervisor to replace Motivator. Meh. Had enough of this crap!<br /><br />That’s that about those 2 pests in the division. Went to renew my passport few days before my birth day early last month. Was informed by few mates to go renew my passport at north of the town, which the immigration office is well known for its speed in getting the renewal done within the day. You might be wondering why-on-earth would this joker has the intention to go renew my passport?! Well, I’ll tell you the truth later on. So, ‘twas a weekday, on a 7:30am. The moment Motivator comes in, I asked for permission to leave on half day for passport renewal, and after much consideration, he allowed it. Hence without further adue, I rushed myself over to the immigration office, and reached there at 8am-ish, only to find out there’s a fucking long queue outside the immigration office. On a weekday?!?! 8am-ish?!!? Why is there long queue in immigration office?!?! Don’t they need to work/go to school?!?! Why are there kids, babies with parents queuing up?!?! Then I realised that school holiday just started few days back. Goddamnit! </div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556715248343403778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TR1rE9-BTQI/AAAAAAAABEM/k8gEypp2UG8/s320/wtf.JPG" border="0" /><br />Seriously, I can’t understand why do kids nowadays need to get their fucking passport done at such early age ie primary/secondary school?! They can’t go on leave anytime of the year ‘cept for during the long year-end holiday. What a fucking waste of money! Another thing that really puzzled me is that, why the fuck would they bring the whole fucking family over to immigration office?!?! What are they trying to pull?? Kids shouting, babies crying in immigration office, not to mention those retarded kids running and around and screaming. Such a nuisance I tell you. One fucking row of 6 chairs for patrons like us to sit, ended up “occupied” by bags, 3 kids and parents. There. The mentality of the locals. What a fucking disgrace! The waiting part is really a pain-in-the-fucking-ass. I got my number at 300+. Which there were 300 over fuckers still queuing in front me, waiting for their turn to renew their bloody passports. Seeing that, I wandered around the vicinity, see if there’s any interesting stuff that might attract my attention, and at the same time deviate my attention from the loooooooong queue. The time I got the queue number was around 9am-ish. Waited, wandered, strolling around the area for 3.5hours. Returned to the immigration office, just few more to go before it’s my number being called at. Waited few more minutes, final-fucking-ly!!!! Almost 4 hours!!!! These buncha clowns! Once I got my documents passed on to the immigration officer, all I ever needed is just another 30minutes is all it takes to have my passport renewal done. I got the renewed passport at 10mins before 2pm. Yeah. I stil remember. How I can not remember!?!? The fucking crowd that were in the office. There was a time I just fucking wish that a psycho will go into the office and began his slashing and chopping just to get rid of the crowd. God!! Painful experience it was. If only ‘twas not school holiday, everything would’ve been done within a blink of an eye. That’s my mate’s feedback on this office. In short, I was in this shit at the wrong time. Motivator was texting, calling me from time-to-time to check on me, ‘twas meant to be half day off but it ended up full day. Goddamnit! I reasoned with him, fortunately he understands it. Owh well. What can he do? I’m already outside. However, I did go back to office just to show my face and proved to him that I really did renew my passport and not loitering around.<br /><br />There there. Reason for passport renewal you might ask.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>I’M GOING TO ENGLAND!!!!!!!!<br /></strong></span><br />Yes! You see it here first. I’m going to fucking UK!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Right after that painful passport renewal experience, I went back to office and do the airline booking online. Yes. The 3 of us, 3 good buddies are embarking to a fun, crazy, ruthless trip to UK. The very Friday after that, 3 of us went out for a discussion on this trip. For all I’ve done, I ain’t going to leave this to bed without having the fucking crazy trip. At the end of the discussion, we’ve decided to go:<br /><br />England – For my favourite football club. Gonna fucking roll on the pavement in front of the stadium.<br /><br />Amsterdam – For the “exotic” stuff available there.<br /><br />Paris – The City of Lights. The city renown for its fashions. What else?!<br /><br />Yes. 3 destinations, 12 days trip. Why not. This is gonna be one helluva trip. I'm still jizzing all over thinking about this.<br /><br />Earlier this month, my mom fell of while she’s on her way to market. Not knowingly, she missed her steps and fell flat on the floor. Thank god nothing serious happened. Only thing was her right face swollen. Sent her off to a local doc, gave her some medicines, the docs confidently said that the swollen will vanished by the 10th day. Miraculously, it did vanish on the 10th day. For once, I’m impressed by this doc. On the same day my mom fell off, that is after I sent her off to the doc, I got my vehicle’s windscreen changed. What I did? Pass the car key to the agent. And I waited at home. 4.5 hours later. Got back my car key from the agent. Brand new windscreen, not a single penny paid. All insurance covered.<br /><br />On a sidenote, I’m a vivid fans of a game called Football Manager. Thanks to a certain mate that “poisoned” me since year 2003. Been addicted to the game on a yearly basis till todate.<br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556714877061814882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TR1qvW1l2mI/AAAAAAAABEE/b8zakduoxsA/s320/footballmanager2011.jpg" border="0" /><br />Spent most of my time for the past 2 months on the same game. Hence the lack of entries in here. Then again, it’s my blog. I’ll do whatever I want with this blog of mine. One thing for sure, this blog will be here for I’ll never remove it. It sorta gimme the sweet and bitter memories since the commencement of this blog of mine.<br /><br />For the past 2 months, I’ve attended 4 weddings and funeral, which kinda reminds me of the same titled movie by Hugh Grant back in year 1994. The weddings, nothing short of happiness. The only funeral, my secondary school-mate’s mom has left ‘em to a peaceful place due to cancer. Amen to that. Thinking back, this mate of mine lost 2 family members in the same year: his elder brother earlier of the year, and her mom earlier this month. How short one’s life can be. Live life to the full. When you think of a thing to do, just go ahead and do it, with no regrets.<br /><br />There. Today is New Year eve. There’s a clash of events here. On one side, it’s a New Year party that’s gonna be held downtown. On another side, close mate’s brand new house warming, which leaves me in dilemma. Finally, decided to go both. Counting down with workmates downtown, and then after midnite, I’ll be rushing off the close mate’s house warming. Since he has informed in his webbie that his house warming party is gonna be from 8pm til 6am next morning. So, I<span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong> SHALL BE THERE!<br /><br /></strong></span>Here wishing y’all Happy New Year, from the humble me, posting from office.<br /><br />*southpark’s eric cartmen’s voice* Screw you guys, I’m going home! </div>sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-1661925953838671182010-10-29T16:55:00.000+08:002010-10-29T16:55:01.039+08:00On A Day Like ThisWanted to put this one up in midweek but I was too tired to do so. Hence I post it up today, now.<br /><br />Went for a close friend’s wedding last Saturday, 60% of the attendance is all ex- and current staff of the current company that I’m in. That’s why I told everyone that this is more like a “family reunion” party instead of a wedding dinner. Ahh well, I’d like to take the opportunity to say congrats to both the bride & the groom on the wedding, and wish you live happily everafter.<br /><br />3 days ago, 26th was the day of reckoning for Motivator. ‘twas his 6th month in current job, which is due for confirmation review from the bosses. Coincidentally, we had a meeting with our new deputy manager on the very same day as well. During the meeting, everyone was talking about cases, on the difficulties that they faced during negotiation with the clients et al. I know that deep down inside all of ‘em wanted to ask this very question: Is this bastard leaving, or is he staying?<br /><br />That’s the million dollar question. Couldn’t bare it anymore, I burst out to the new deputy:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">“Off the record, is there gonna be any replacement for Motivator then?”</span><br /><br />This new deputy is a honest manager thus far. She has given me the impression that, if someone is right, she’ll say Kudos, Well done. You’re correct etc etc etc. But if someone screw it all up, she’ll give it to that person right in his/her face regardless of whatever reason.<br /><br />When she heard my question, she mentioned that Motivator did screw up few times, and she did gave it to Motivator right in his face etc etc etc. But it seems like she didn’t answer my question instead. Therefore I persisted & asked her the same question again. She said that she’ll give Motivator a month or two for him to improve on all his shortcomings.<br /><br />Fine.<br /><br />I got the answer that I wanted. Right after that, I asked her on the fate of this newbie that I swapped my role with. She put it bluntly and directly saying that, given the performance til mid of November, if things don’t improve by then, this newbie will be gone.<br /><br />Great. At least one good news for the day. The meeting then went on for 2 hours whereas it should’ve been ended in an hour. Damn. Talk about rumor mongers and bitchin’ session.<br /><br />In between today and the day after meeting, which is Wednesday til today, Motivator has been bombarded by questions from managers on certain accounting stuff. Not that I care much, but I’ve got reliable sources told me that Motivator was having a torrid time getting the correct stuff to be delivered to the managers.<br /><br />Towards the end of my working hour for today, gotten a confirmation that Motivator has personally appealed himself to be extended for 3 more months in order for him to improve all his shortcomings, which the deputy duly accepted it. If things remain the same after 3 months, he’ll have no choice but to pack his bag and get the fuck outta here. Great! We’ve waited for 6 months, why another 3 months then.<br /><br />On a sidenote, I was browsing through for some vacancies internally and see if there’s any “interesting” position that I can dip my head into. Found out something interesting, something similar to what I’ve been expecting to get. Again, it’s something similar, but no exactly the same.<br /><br />I’ve got sources informing me that there’ll be tough competition on that post. Ahh. Not that I give a fuck on who’s gonna be my competitors for that post, but I shall do my fucking best to get that post. If I lose out on that, at least I gave it my bloody best shot already. Wish me luck.<br /><br />My current new role’s department is gonna short of one more headcount, for one of the senior has opted to further the career elsewhere, internally. Good luck to you. We shall meet again, hopefully. *wink*wink*<br /><br />That’s it. That’s all the updates for this past week. Short, straight to the point. Ain’t no bullshitting around.<br /><br />Happy Halloween!sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-14667869939281076122010-10-20T21:23:00.000+08:002010-10-20T21:23:00.124+08:00A Day like this, on WednesdayLast post was about a week ago. But today I really can’t stand the stupidity of it anymore. This post was meant to be up couple of days back, but today seems to destine for me to post it instead.<br /><br />As per my previous entry, today marks the day of that bitch manager leaving this country and back to her place of origin. I ain’t sure about others but for me, it’s good riddance. Adios bitch! Hope not to see you soon. She came up to our floor and shook hand with each and every one of us, bidding her farewell. Well, so happen that I was discussing some cases with my trainer cum senior and she walks up to me and shook hand bidding her farewell. I was so deep into the discussion that all I said was just<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">“Hi. Bye. Good Luck”</span><br /><br />4 words. 4 simple, daily-used words. Those are my last words to her. She might need the latter 2 much more in her future. Right after those words went off my mouth, I turned and continue my discussion with my trainer cum senior on the cases again. Screw that. I don’t give a shit about her departure at all. Call me a cold-hearted or whatever adjectives that you can come up with, but I don’t give a rat’s ass about it. There. I said it. Good riddance, finally.<br /><br />Everything doesn’t go my way today. I told my trainer cum senior that I need to do some work that requires me to concentrate on it on full time scale basis for the day. Therefore she is kind enough to let me loose for just 1 day, so that I can settle as much cases as I can for the whole day. These cases have been backtrack since the start of last month and I didn’t even start on it. I’m supposed to close those cases on a monthly basis, but due to “unforeseen circumstances”, everything has gone off the track. Long story short, I need to buck the fuck up and close all these outstanding cases of mine from start of September til todate, all these before end-of-month. That’s the target I set for myself.<br /><br />For me to get into these cases, there’s a system access that is very essential in the process of calling up these customers and close those cases in one-go. Yeah. You guessed it right, my access to that system seems to be removed overnite. I was still able to access it before I packed up for the day last nite. What’s up with the overnite change? I tried to ring up 3 of the customers on that matter, only to be fucked right in the face from all of ‘em, telling me:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">“How many times do you guys wanna call me up, telling me the same thing over N’ over again?? Have you check in your records before you call me up? You have to put your acts together. Can I talk to your supervisor now?”</span><br /><br />Ya. Out of the 3 calls, 1 customer was away, 2 went to Motivator. That’s it. I give the fuck up. I’d rather spend the time waiting for my system access to resume, and then check the records before I ring ‘em up and get fucked for no reason.<br /><br />Reported this to Motivator. He got it fixed finally. However by the time this is solved, the time has way passed for me to ring up the customers in my outstanding list. Goddamnit! One helluva unproductive day for me.<br /><br />Think that’s the end of it? Fat chance. Here comes Part 2. Just got up from a break, a smoking break, which I really needed it after the aforementioned incidents, my trainer pull me over and showed me an email sent by Motivator, with 2 of my trainer & senior in the loop. Without further adue, I went back, sat my big fat ass on the chair, and run through the email. Few minutes later, I was:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TL7qBBwQRJI/AAAAAAAABDo/4S5WMg8cktU/s1600/DS0165.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TL7qBBwQRJI/AAAAAAAABDo/4S5WMg8cktU/s320/DS0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530114695829144722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The questions that he asked in the email, everything is in the database, as well as in our record on our daily assignments. This email wouldn’t have existed if he at least read through the cases. It’s almost 6 months now, yet he is stil asking us this kinda stupid questions via email? He has the very same access like us. I’m not too sure what is he trying to pull but for me, it’s a complete fucking waste of my time for me to read through it. Let alone replying it. Seriously, i ain’t too sure what struck at that time, I was so goddamn eager to reply him and at the same time humiliate him in a different way. Which somehow reminds me of another incident that happened last Friday. Both of the exact same stupidity level.<br /><br />Funnily enough, there are some screenshots of a certain information that he needs to prove it to me, which Motivator attached it in the email. When I scrolled down, apparently this shameless bastard copied and pasted one of the colleague’s email which she sent to her, and the forward it to me, only thing that missing out is that he forgot to remove her signature down below. This colleague has absolutely nothing to do with my current team’s work at any point of time. I ain’t too sure how on earth did her email come into the picture of this whole email, but from my “speculation”, I think Motivator asked her some information about it, and then have her send him the screenshot via email, and then Motivator thought he can send the email to me, thinking that I’m under the assumption that he’s the one who got all these information on his own. But I think that he forgotten to take off my colleague’s signature at the bottom of the email. I mean, how daft can one be? He deleted the header, copied and pasted everything from there on and send the email to me, as if he’s the one doing everything. My dear readers, tell me this:<br /><br />How the fuck difficult it is for you to just click the bloody <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">FORWARD</span> button in your email and add in your own comments from there?! Instead of copy and paste other people’s email and make it as if it’s your own work. I’m speechless. This ain’t the first time he’s doing this. Bloody hell! Seriously it reminds me of this:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TL7rKtV8bII/AAAAAAAABD4/pmqx_5uOaLo/s1600/4709706807_b368118637_z.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TL7rKtV8bII/AAAAAAAABD4/pmqx_5uOaLo/s320/4709706807_b368118637_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530115961660402818" border="0" /></a><br />That’s one part. So I went on with my reply, telling him the chronology of the events that occur throughout the case. The only reason why is he sending me the email is because I was the last person who touched the case couple of days earlier. I mean, seriously, will it always be the last people who always get the sticks?! I didn’t do anything wrong. I was merely following the proper protocol. To close it all off, I even fucking attached the full case details in the email, when the case details can be found in the system. After all these, all I got in his reply:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Thank you.</span><br /><br />Fucking hell?! 2 fucking words?! After all that, 2 fucking words?! This is the last straw. I’ll never look at him the same way again. He can go die and rot in hell. I’ll just play along with him. Don’t expect positive comments from me as and when there’s a discussion about him. I now officially categorize him the same as that bitch manager. A pest. A pest that should’ve been exterminate as soon as possible from this planet to avoid any possible harm from human race. Same goes to that newbie that I proposed a swap with. To the ex-manager that so much so claimed that this Motivator is the most suitable candidate to lead the team when there are clearly other more capable candidates available, whoever that’s reading this, tell him that:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">FUCK MOTIVATOR AND FUCK YOU TOO!</span><br /></div><br />This is your legacy to the team. There’s nothing else but bad taste in my mouth. You’ve ruined few people’s career. Just stay where you are and don’t ever set your fucking foot in this building anymore. I don't wish to see your fucking face in the office ever again!<br /><br />That’s the end of the day. Can’t stand it anymore. Luckily that I’m on leave this Friday and coming Monday, at least I can get the fuck outta this shit temporarily.<br /><br />Off all these setbacks that I’ve got today. Finally something that can cheer me up when I reached home earlier today. See picture below.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TL7qBidvUpI/AAAAAAAABDw/sylbelZLydY/s1600/DSC00121.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TL7qBidvUpI/AAAAAAAABDw/sylbelZLydY/s320/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530114704609858194" border="0" /></a><br />Ya. I’m about to get my vehicle for a scheduled maintenance next month, which I think might cost me a bomb. Previously ‘twas about 200-300. This time around it’s the major service, so I’ve set aside some extras just for this. I never expect this voucher will come my way. Seems like my holiday plan is resurrected from hell then. Fingers crossed.<br /><br />That’s it. I’m off to bed now, while the music of Eminem discography is ringing in my Ipod, accompanying me to dreamland.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“Yeah, fuck him and fuck you too!” ~~ Eminem</span>sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-3173161727933273322010-10-11T19:29:00.000+08:002010-10-11T19:29:00.262+08:0011th OctoberA wee bit more than a week has passed again. More stories from the humble me in this ranting heaven of mine.<br /><br />To those who knows me, I’m working in an environment that requires me to work at abnormal hours. Where people will be still sleeping away while I’m already at work, where people just return from their lunch time while I’m already packing my stuff, ready to go home for the day. Ain’t going in details on it, I’m sure you brilliant readers know what the hell I’m blabbering about.<br /><br />Starting last Monday, I’ve begun my working hour as early as in the wee hours of 5. Yea. Climate change. ‘twas some time that I last get up so early in the morning to work. but on a flip side of it, I get to go home 8 hours later. (Please do your own calculation, will ya?) Lemme assure you: it ain’t easy to live a life like this, seriously.<br /><br />Ahh well, last week was the very final week of my training in this new-but-not-new working environment. It’s been a while since I last went on leave, taking a break from work, lie at home and do absolutely nothing. That’s the best way to spend the off days. Unless you have a plan of spending it for holidays, then I’d say that’s the best way. Therefore I went on a 4 consecutive off days (weekend included of-fucking-course!) ........Feels good mang!!!!<br /><br />In that very morning, when I was in the midst of training with the adorable seniors in the new division, Motivator walked over to my trainer and me, whispering to us:<br /><br />“She’s leaving on 20Oct. Confirmed!”<br /><br />Yeap. That bitch manager is departing our Malaysia soil on 20th. What a fucking relieve! Just when you think that this is the end of her, hohohohohoho.....wrong. You’re very wrong. There is lotsa insiders’ news on this one as well. How did I get to know all these insiders’ news when I was on leave for 2 days, and today is only Monday?? Read on.<br /><br />I was doing nothing at home, playing with FIFA11 and listening to my Ipod, in the process of paining my wrists, my workmate called me up and asked for a Friday night liquor session. Seeing that I’m on leave for 4 days, I went on with it. This is where I got all the “critical” information from.<br /><br />The workmate that wanted to leave, has expressed his desire to stay on in the team, whilst waiting for further opportunity to arrives. That’s the words coming outta VIPs that were here couple of weeks back on the future departmental opportunities. You gotta be good, or even perhaps pretty indispensable as deemed by the management, or at least from your bosses point of view to have the VIPs talk to you onto your career path like that. Meh. How come I don’t get any of this at all? Oh yea. I’ve forgot. I’m just a puny lil’ bean in this fucking big multi-national company. Ain’t hold any grudges against anyone but deep down inside of myself, I do stil think that my future in this multi-national company lies somewhere. And that SOMEWHERE is within it, but other divisions. I’ve expressed this to my current boss when he had a closed door session with me, one-on-one, mano-a-mano. He respected my honesty, hold no grudges and even supported my vision. There. My work mate is staying.<br /><br />Secondly, there’s a change on our floor’s sitting arrangements. With this guy staying, there’s 6 headcounts in my previous team. ‘cos the pregnant lady has just return today after 2 months of maternity leave. Great. Just great!<br /><br />With that bitch manager leaving, who’s gonna replace her then? An announcement has been made on Friday by one of the VIPs that were down here couple of weeks back. The arrangement is that to have our boss move down taking that bitch’s role, while my current division will be supervised by a tenured supervisor, with a chance to become a manager herself.<br /><br />Talk about changes during my 2 days of annual leave!<br /><br />On Saturday, few of us buddies have accepted our boss’ “invitation” to crash his house nearby the office. it’s all about beers, snacks, food and PlayStation time!!!<br /><br />Due to boredom, our boss has bought himself a Playstation 3 console and invited few of us over to enjoy the nite. Truth to be told, ‘twas real fun. I even get a chance to taste my boss’ cuisine, made by himself. Nothing much to boast about, it’s just some snacks ie. Fries & nuggets. ‘twas delicious. The small “gathering” lasted for 6 hours when all of us are mentally & physically exhausted and decided to wrap things up and get the fuck outta there already.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TLLwRGHXPSI/AAAAAAAABDI/3SAhf9uLdFo/s1600/DSC00117.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TLLwRGHXPSI/AAAAAAAABDI/3SAhf9uLdFo/s320/DSC00117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526743869226958114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The PS3 + joysticks</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TLLwQ48_kUI/AAAAAAAABDA/rvGVo1XgNBk/s1600/DSC00116.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TLLwQ48_kUI/AAAAAAAABDA/rvGVo1XgNBk/s320/DSC00116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526743865693802818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The snacks: Fries. The nuggets went so fast that I didn't manage to snap a pic of it.</span></span><br /></div><br />On a sidenote, I’m a real fan of Japanese anime named “One Piece”. I just “pampered” myself recently with some figurines, have them delivered to office. it didn’t create a ruckus when it arrives, ‘cos not much people are into this kinda retarded and expensive toys aside from me. Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TLLyjfzWdAI/AAAAAAAABDY/OLdlRaIlug0/s1600/DSC00112.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TLLyjfzWdAI/AAAAAAAABDY/OLdlRaIlug0/s320/DSC00112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526746384383243266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Left - Right: Jinbei; Mihawk; Kuma; BlackBeard</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TLLyjxc3utI/AAAAAAAABDg/SESm3EeaQdA/s1600/DSC00113.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TLLyjxc3utI/AAAAAAAABDg/SESm3EeaQdA/s320/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526746389120793298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Left - Right: Moria; Crocodile; Boa Hancock; Doflamingo</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TLLyjMHhFqI/AAAAAAAABDQ/NrJMp_GlAzY/s1600/DSC00111.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TLLyjMHhFqI/AAAAAAAABDQ/NrJMp_GlAzY/s320/DSC00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526746379099117218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The WarLords of the Sea: Former & Current, in front of my work desk.</span></span><br /></div><br />And here’s to a friend, who just got a baby boy into this mother earth couple of days back. In case you or your other half is reading this, this is the latest update in the office. Nothing much to rant about. Take good care of yourself.<br /><br />I was supposed to go for a holiday come end of this month, but I just realized earlier today that I was scheduled to have my car go for a yearly check-up and maintenance. I’m not too sure how much will this time cost. All my previous check-up and maintenance cost me around 200-250. But it’s 1.5 years old car now, better safe than sorry. Save some money up. The travel shall wait then. Goddamnit!!!!<br /><br />Owh, yesterday was 101010. It’s the 10th day, of the 10th month, of the 10th year of the decade. Some fanatics will even go to the extent of seconds, minutes & hours. Both day and nite. Seriously, who gives a fuck about this kinda superstitious stuff? It just goes to show you how time flies, cherish every moment of it. Not just for that particular time. The same applies for Valentine's Day. Who the fuck invented this kinda stupid Day?!?!?!? Of all Days out there, this fuckhead gotta choose Valentine's Day and all males suffer on that day. Godamnit!!! I will not succumb to this idiotic event at all time. Mark my words.<br /><br />Meh. Suddenly I’m getting all emo now. I’m feeling a wee bit sleepy right now. Yea. Now. Sleepy. Time for bed then.<br /><br />Adios amigos.sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1298637357950775057.post-8237808254142217772010-10-02T20:54:00.001+08:002010-10-02T20:54:00.727+08:00Delayed PostSorry for the long awaited post. Got a lil’ bit of technical problem for the past week. Meh. It’s all due to my own fault for not checking it properly. Hence the delay. Was going to post this one up same time, last Saturday, but..... enough of excuses (wtf?! That ain’t excuses?! It’s truth!) since no one gives a rat’s ass about the true reason behind, so here we go again.<br /><br />In my previous post, I’ve said that I received“shocking news” from a reliable source. But I wouldn’t wanna say it out first as I need to wait til the time is right. And today is seems to be a bit too late for that. The past 2 entries were all about the bitch manager bitching about this and that and this and that. It goes on and on without ending. She has finally tendered her resignation during the visits of the VIPs. Why would she wanna wait til the arrival of VIPs, only then she gave the letter to ‘em? Attention whore? I’m not too sure. But from outsiders’ eye, it seems that’s the case. There was a duration of 2 weeks that this bitch manager was away on leave, back to her hometown oversea. There were rumors saying that she went back to attend interviews, trying to salvage her own grace, hopefully she can get a job outside of current employment, since her contract is up in few months’ time. If she unable to convince the confirmation from the ones up there, it’ll most likely that she’ll get the axe falls onto her head.<br /><br />There’s another version from the bitch herself. She claimed that she was away on holiday, back to her hometown. That was when she receives call from the company asking her to go for the interview in this soon-to-join company.<br /><br />C’mon guys, seriously. Do you think all these can fall into pieces within that 2 weeks? How come I don’t get this kinda stuff happen to me in all my life thus far? On 2 weeks’ holiday, some big company come knocking on your door, asking you to join their company?! Coincident? I don’t think so.<br /><br />When she returns, she claims that she was having sleepless nights over this difficult choice that she has to make. On one hand, is a company that she has spent her 14 years at. On the other hand, is a brand new company, brand new challenges await, brand new working environment beckons. After much considerations, she decided to go for the latter.<br /><br />From within, she knows that she’s not doing good throughout her time here. It’s meant to be a people-oriented environment, well, hence the name of “call centre manager”. What does call centers comprise of? PEOPLE!! And you are, sticking up your nose high up, putting up a posture of:” I’m a Manager. Don’t Come Near Me” kinda impression. With that said, no one will ever go near her. But she’s the kinda person that really wants to stuff her nose everywhere, every aspect of it. And her bloody ascent is damn fucking hard to understand for a foreigner. Please excuse my level of English understanding, but I seriously do not understand a word that is coming outta her mouth at all. I’ll need sometime to analyse it before I can give out a proper reply.<br /><br />Wanna know further inside stories of her departure? Nah. I think I should leave this to myself instead of publish this kinda stories in the public blog like this. Email me should you wanna know it.<br /><br />Now, with the pest set to leave within a month’s time, I’m just waiting for the day the new manager that is going to replace this bitch. And from there on, I wanna see how the stupid underling that always biting around bitch manager’s tail will reacts to it. Jealousy in me? Not a slight bit. I don’t care about that position at all. I’ve got something else in my mind. Big ones.<br /><br />I’ve been keeping this news for myself for 2-3 days, and it’s never easy to keep news this BIG all to yourself. Tried to contain it, but I failed. The VIPs sent out the official notifications on last Friday so as to end all speculations on her departure. Well, well, well…this ends one pest’s life from the company, hopefully a brand new chapter will begins for the department, who has been in all gloomy-doomy for as long as the bitch manager was there.<br /><br />The announcement was done on a Friday. After that announcement, I initiated a drinkfest cum celebration at a pub nearby the area. Damn! Life is good!<br /><br />Couple of days back, ain’t too sure what happen. My department has a sudden craze for meal outside. Just the 2 departments only: the one collecting paperwork, and the one collecting money. So happen some of the peers stil remembers there were still funds left since the supervisor before Motivator left. Hence they wanted to use up those funds. After much thinking and negotiating and saliva-spitting sessions, it has been decided that the meal is gonna be held at TGIF nearby. Here's a picture of the meal few days back.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TKcqU43h0gI/AAAAAAAABCo/yDy4QtxBr4Y/s1600/DSC00107.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p5UxN6Tdytc/TKcqU43h0gI/AAAAAAAABCo/yDy4QtxBr4Y/s320/DSC00107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523430006344241666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">TGIF's Cheeseburger</span></span><br /></div><br />Now, about that looooooong overdue conspiracy theory that I think I have. Have you ever start thinking when your direct reporting manager started to learn up everything that is supposed to be learnt by yourself? Be it meetings, conferences, reports etc. whatever that you can think of. Maybe it’s just me. Don’t quote me on this: if the above happens, one might wanna think of either getting a new job elsewhere, or you better buck the fuck up on whatever that can keep you survives in current employer, if not improve it.<br /><br />You all have been reading on my rants of Motivator for quite some time now. The manager is doing, covering all angles on every single aspect that is even supposed to be Motivator’s job to do it. Preparing for the worst? Trying to learn as much as he can during his tenure in current department. Deep down inside, I doubt current manager will last forever here. It’s just my instinct. Don’t ask me why. That being said. At least my manager is doing much better in terms of blending in with his subordinates and peers compare to that bitch manager.<br /><br />Ah well, that’s all for this entry. Hope I can dig out more saucy stuff in my next entry. Gotta catch a footie match soon. Have a nice weekend!sinoffirehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17255410699921076068noreply@blogger.com0