Wednesday, October 26, 2005
not such a fun place after all
For a place which (claims to) exude fun, I'm having none at all.
Referencing my gripes last week about eating alone, an update: I still eat alone. But I got smarter. I started making lunch dates with ex-colleagues and galfriends in the vicinity. Makes it all so much better.
So end of last week, boss had a quick chat with me (read: 2-week assessment) and in summary:
1. I'm not outgoing enough because not all of the 250 staff in the building know I exist;
2. I still don't know the everything about everything after two weeks.
Of course point 2 above is still valid inspite of me being blatantly honest with her during my interview a month back that what motivated me (official excuse) to leave my old place is that I wasn't doing what I really wanted to be doing. And this new job offers that. So lets see, if I've never directly done work like this before, how can I be expected to know everything?
But she loves tossing questions like "Blah blah blah. Did you know that?" and like a fool, I have to admit that I don't.
Tsk tsk, you've got to know these things, she says.
I know I need to know. But I don't appreciate being put down because I don't at the moment.
It's things like these which explain the radical thoughts racing through my head the last two days. Radical thoughts that are crystallising. Radical thoughts that, with each passing hour, seem less and less radical. And more and more tempting.
And no, I'm not about to commit a felony.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
i eat alone
Week 2 started on quite a sad note, and this has continued to today.
I eat alone.
Last week was full of socialising lunches - a few with the boss, one with the colleagues, etc. And on Monday, I realise working here by no means gives me automatic membership into the exclusive lunch cliques.
So yesterday I ate alone. And today I ate alone.
I'm not too certain if eating alone is the reason, but I haven't had much of a lunch appetite these 2 days. Which is quite amazing given my ferocious appetite of late.
Oh well.
Friday, October 14, 2005
end of week 1
God it's finally Friday. The 5th day of work and the last day of the week. I've been craving for this day to come because I NEED SLEEP.
Like I said, the early hours are totally bitchin'.
Plus there was only one of the four days that have past that I went home straight from work. I don't usually gallivant on weekday nights so for me, this week's social activity scale went through the roof.
Last night was by far the latest - I got home at 11pm. And okkkk, I know that seems early to many people. And it did for me when I was in my old job. But I will have you know, four consecutive days of (freaking) 7am takes its toll on a girl, alright!
And there was the other night when I went out for a simple dinner, got home at 9pm and lo and behold, was dead to the world by 1015pm. That is how tired I am.
But tonight, yet again, I'm having dinner with an ex-colleague so it's likely going to be a relatively late one again.
It is now 9am and I have already finished my first of many cups of drainwater-they-claim-to-be coffee.
Yawn.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
third day on the job
Overall assessment: Not too bad.
New place is quite nice and cosy; boss is nice; colleagues are friendly. A shallow assessment of my portfolio tells me there's heaps to learn!
2 main gripes about this place:-
1. Early hours
God-forbid, I officially start work at freaking 830am. This wouldn't be that bad if it were flexible but apparently everyone comes in early/ on time. Even the last person to come in is at his desk by 845am.
This is a rude culture shock from my flexible 9.30am - 9.45am starting time. And even that was relaxed because ex-boss only saunters in at around 10.30am. Plus this new place is further (distance-wise) and more troublesome (public-transport-wise), so therein lies the longer-travelling time reason.
2. Caffeine!
One of the saving graces of my ex-place was an industrial-sized coffee-maker: press one button for a double shot expresso. Milk is fresh and at the side.
This place.. I cringe to even refer to that dispenser as a coffee-anything. The coffee is sour - and not in that American freshly brewed way. Plus I abhor powdered creamer. I mean, milk should be milk already.
So I guess there are adjustments to be made. Rude ones and fast.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
so here i am
So here I am, dwindling my thumbs. What an odd feeling.
I'm clearing the remaining of my leave these few days before I hop, skip and jump to a new job, new environment, new world.
I was looking forward to this break. Although it sucks that everyone else is busy working on weekday afternoons. Alone time sounded great, anyhow.
So Day 1 afternoon was spent sipping an iced latte in Holland Village with equally bored galfriend who abandoned work. To fill the 2-hour lapse before my dinner appointment was due, I went a-shopping, of course. By the time dinner ended, it was 10ish and I was tired. So it was a straight cab home to my bed.
Day 2 started with lunch with the Boyfriend. Then I had the entire afternoon to kill before attending a dinner meeting (yes, even though I was on leave). From 1pm to 6pm, I loitered. From Raffles Place to Orchard Road, up to Somerest and back down to City Hall.
I walked until I couldn't feel my feet; shopped until my arms ached from carrying an assortment of bags; and splurged until I realised I might be eating grass for the rest of the month.
Resolutely, I went to the meeting venue an hour earlier and just sat there. Said my hellos and bade my farewells to a couple of staff there who knew I was leaving. Crap meeting lasted a good 4-odd hours and as usual, it was a straight cab back to my bed again.
Today is Day 3. I have absolutely no plans whatsoever, which is a refreshing change, really. I'm even having dinner home.
The only problem is... I have nothing to do.
Excuse me while I go count my toes.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
because i'm so extra
The 7-meme has really been making its rounds. I was rather amused reading Little Miss Drinkalot and Tym trying to tackle it while both claiming it's a tough one. So even though I'm not tagged, I decided to try it out.
Here's my take in no particular order:-
7 things that scare me:
1. my own (overactive) imagination
2. the unknown
3. the dark
4. points 1, 2 and 3 combined in one scenario
5. creepy crawlies (all of them)
6. dying (mainly because of point 2 above)
7. not being able to be with the people I love
7 things I like the most:
1. satisfying a food craving immediately after it hits me
2. cuddling and being cuddled
3. lazing on a lounge chair on a dusky Saturday evening with a drink in hand, staring out at the great big world
4. luxurious hotel rooms
5. a shopping spree on a weekday afternoon
6. specifically, lingerie shopping
7. travelling
7 important things in my room:
(this would be easier to answer if my TV, cable box and DVD player were still around)
1. my cranky 3-year old fujitsu notebook (without which blogging, emailing and websudoku-ing wouldn’t be as comfortable)
2. my bed
3. my handphone charger (because the only other charger I have is in the office)
4. my dusty old books spread over two shelves
5. my vanity table, because I am so vain
6. my wardrobe (it stashes the loot from shopping sprees)
7. an old fan and a mounted air-con unit (all the better to control room temperature)
7 random facts about me:
1. I can’t cycle.
2. But I can swim.
3. I love my dog and though he’s dead, I keep his ashes in an urn.
4. When eating at a hawker centre/ coffeeshop, I’ll prop my legs up on the bar under the foldable table so that cockroaches don’t scuttle pass my feet.
5. I use my teeth to gingerly peel the skin off grapes before actually eating them. Which is why I don’t eat grapes outside home.
6. I have a total of 11 earholes from my misspent youth. But only two have survived ‘til today.
7. I usually prop myself up on the bed and type with my notebook balancing precariously on my lap. For hours. (explains points 1 and 2 of ‘important things in my room’)
7 things I plan to do before I die:
1. Draw a decent wage
2. Stay in an old English manor, butler and all, at least for a week
3. Learn another language (I’d say French or Spanish, but Malay is so much more functional)
4. Host a dinner party and not have to buy takeouts
5. Take a trip through Europe in the Orient Express
6. Move out of my parents’ house
7. Not suffer a long and painful death
7 things I can do:
1. Curl my tongue, sideways too
2. Stretch my thumb so far back that it touches my forearm
3. Cook a smokin’ meal of instant noodles with the microwave
4. Multi-task – sing along to my mp3s, watch TV, blog and MSN at the same time
5. Yak on my cordless home phone ‘til the battery conks out.
6. Be a bitch.
7. Write.
7 things I can’t do:
1. Deal patiently with fickle-minded people, boss or otherwise.
2. Nothing.
3. Smoke a cigarette infront of my mother
4. Play a decent song on the piano (I didn’t have that many lessons)
5. Touch my toes (exercise is an alien concept these days)
6. Watch TV in complete darkness.
7. Drink. Doctor’s advice.
7 things I say the most:
1. Whatever.
2. Alright.
3. Freaking.
4. Sheesh! (followed by dramatic rolling of the eyes)
5. You’re not serious! (my version of disbelief-cross-exclamation)
6. You are so shitting me. (disbelief tinged with suspicion)
7. Bye (i need to end a telephone conversation with a bye. I can’t just hang up)
7 celebrity crushes:
1. Me
2. Me
3. Me
4. Me
5. Me
6. Me
7. What do you mean I’m not a celebrity? ME!
(As you can tell, at this point in time the meme is taking its toll on me)
7 people who could do this:
they’ve all already did.
Sometimes I ask for trouble.
Here's my take in no particular order:-
::
7 things that scare me:
1. my own (overactive) imagination
2. the unknown
3. the dark
4. points 1, 2 and 3 combined in one scenario
5. creepy crawlies (all of them)
6. dying (mainly because of point 2 above)
7. not being able to be with the people I love
7 things I like the most:
1. satisfying a food craving immediately after it hits me
2. cuddling and being cuddled
3. lazing on a lounge chair on a dusky Saturday evening with a drink in hand, staring out at the great big world
4. luxurious hotel rooms
5. a shopping spree on a weekday afternoon
6. specifically, lingerie shopping
7. travelling
7 important things in my room:
(this would be easier to answer if my TV, cable box and DVD player were still around)
1. my cranky 3-year old fujitsu notebook (without which blogging, emailing and websudoku-ing wouldn’t be as comfortable)
2. my bed
3. my handphone charger (because the only other charger I have is in the office)
4. my dusty old books spread over two shelves
5. my vanity table, because I am so vain
6. my wardrobe (it stashes the loot from shopping sprees)
7. an old fan and a mounted air-con unit (all the better to control room temperature)
7 random facts about me:
1. I can’t cycle.
2. But I can swim.
3. I love my dog and though he’s dead, I keep his ashes in an urn.
4. When eating at a hawker centre/ coffeeshop, I’ll prop my legs up on the bar under the foldable table so that cockroaches don’t scuttle pass my feet.
5. I use my teeth to gingerly peel the skin off grapes before actually eating them. Which is why I don’t eat grapes outside home.
6. I have a total of 11 earholes from my misspent youth. But only two have survived ‘til today.
7. I usually prop myself up on the bed and type with my notebook balancing precariously on my lap. For hours. (explains points 1 and 2 of ‘important things in my room’)
7 things I plan to do before I die:
1. Draw a decent wage
2. Stay in an old English manor, butler and all, at least for a week
3. Learn another language (I’d say French or Spanish, but Malay is so much more functional)
4. Host a dinner party and not have to buy takeouts
5. Take a trip through Europe in the Orient Express
6. Move out of my parents’ house
7. Not suffer a long and painful death
7 things I can do:
1. Curl my tongue, sideways too
2. Stretch my thumb so far back that it touches my forearm
3. Cook a smokin’ meal of instant noodles with the microwave
4. Multi-task – sing along to my mp3s, watch TV, blog and MSN at the same time
5. Yak on my cordless home phone ‘til the battery conks out.
6. Be a bitch.
7. Write.
7 things I can’t do:
1. Deal patiently with fickle-minded people, boss or otherwise.
2. Nothing.
3. Smoke a cigarette infront of my mother
4. Play a decent song on the piano (I didn’t have that many lessons)
5. Touch my toes (exercise is an alien concept these days)
6. Watch TV in complete darkness.
7. Drink. Doctor’s advice.
7 things I say the most:
1. Whatever.
2. Alright.
3. Freaking.
4. Sheesh! (followed by dramatic rolling of the eyes)
5. You’re not serious! (my version of disbelief-cross-exclamation)
6. You are so shitting me. (disbelief tinged with suspicion)
7. Bye (i need to end a telephone conversation with a bye. I can’t just hang up)
7 celebrity crushes:
1. Me
2. Me
3. Me
4. Me
5. Me
6. Me
7. What do you mean I’m not a celebrity? ME!
(As you can tell, at this point in time the meme is taking its toll on me)
7 people who could do this:
they’ve all already did.
::
Sometimes I ask for trouble.
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