Working now.
I think i'm wasting my precious few months of freedom, if i'm going to uni, working in this job. Yup, the pay sucks, its boring to the core, the only skills i'm learning is how to walk up 6 flights of stairs in heels and to remove staples/press calculator/type meaningless numbers at breakneck speed, everyone in the office looks like they're about to attend a funeral, and i get a certain bug-eyed lady charging at me like a rhino on heat for the most unreasonable reasons.
I can't really blame them. If i were stuck in that dreary office within the confines of the yellowed windows for decades, i would like end up scowling and snapping away at innocent temps too. If you ask me, they should replace the windows to allow everyone to see the 31-storey view of the entire harbour, up our salaries a bit, and the overall effectiveness of the workers would confirm go up.
Pls lah, the way they all take leave puts our pe-ponning ways to shame.
One thing i learnt is to make sure you get a job you love. Either that, or a job that pays well.
What sustains me now is
1) Having ronnie with me at work, and the embarrassingly stupid things we do at the 36th level. Thank god the rest of the staff are too busy gossiping/being zombies/playing games on their computer to notice.
2) Thursday night meetups with the gang. :) Went to hooters, and if you're not ang moh/male, don't expect to be served too well by the busty girls in their skin-tight fluorescent orange fbts.
3) The jiemeis.
Went to watch Body #19 ytd, which provided a hell lot of cheap thrills, some of which are more hilarious than scary e.g. the very unscary female ghost with the goldfish eyes and saggy boobs, the Night At The Museum and The Matrix rip-off scenes. Its practically a spoof. Bleah.
Went to arab street after that. Love the place, it just has that very artistic vibe to it, and everyone there looks so bohemian and its quite fun crab-walking up the precariously steep stairs to find a hidden enclave of gorgeous clothes. We're over shopping malls. :)
Besides that, life everyday is just clock-watching and waiting for the magical hour to arrive, and i can go home and watch my huang jin lu on tv. Let me get my hard-earned money before i decide to move on and do something more worthwhile.
I think i'm wasting my precious few months of freedom, if i'm going to uni, working in this job. Yup, the pay sucks, its boring to the core, the only skills i'm learning is how to walk up 6 flights of stairs in heels and to remove staples/press calculator/type meaningless numbers at breakneck speed, everyone in the office looks like they're about to attend a funeral, and i get a certain bug-eyed lady charging at me like a rhino on heat for the most unreasonable reasons.
I can't really blame them. If i were stuck in that dreary office within the confines of the yellowed windows for decades, i would like end up scowling and snapping away at innocent temps too. If you ask me, they should replace the windows to allow everyone to see the 31-storey view of the entire harbour, up our salaries a bit, and the overall effectiveness of the workers would confirm go up.
Pls lah, the way they all take leave puts our pe-ponning ways to shame.
One thing i learnt is to make sure you get a job you love. Either that, or a job that pays well.
What sustains me now is
1) Having ronnie with me at work, and the embarrassingly stupid things we do at the 36th level. Thank god the rest of the staff are too busy gossiping/being zombies/playing games on their computer to notice.
2) Thursday night meetups with the gang. :) Went to hooters, and if you're not ang moh/male, don't expect to be served too well by the busty girls in their skin-tight fluorescent orange fbts.
3) The jiemeis.
Went to watch Body #19 ytd, which provided a hell lot of cheap thrills, some of which are more hilarious than scary e.g. the very unscary female ghost with the goldfish eyes and saggy boobs, the Night At The Museum and The Matrix rip-off scenes. Its practically a spoof. Bleah.
Went to arab street after that. Love the place, it just has that very artistic vibe to it, and everyone there looks so bohemian and its quite fun crab-walking up the precariously steep stairs to find a hidden enclave of gorgeous clothes. We're over shopping malls. :)
Besides that, life everyday is just clock-watching and waiting for the magical hour to arrive, and i can go home and watch my huang jin lu on tv. Let me get my hard-earned money before i decide to move on and do something more worthwhile.
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