Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Rounding! Yes, we rented a car and went for rounding. Met up with ken first, collected the car from IMM before picking up wc at aljunied. Costs only fifty bucks.
Just as ken was driving out of the carpark, he almost knocked onto a pedestrian. Got a big fuck shock. So I took the wheels, and later we went ecp where he familiarised himself with his almost rusty driving skills.
We drove to vivocity, the crowds were still apparent. Had my late lunch before we headed to mount faber and ecp.
I called shaf to join us, and she happened to be in ecp. We picked her up and landed ourselves in the newly-opened national museum. The architectural design is nice, but not so nice compared to other monuments I have seen in countries like turkey. Nothing much to see though.
I met up with john for a chat in eunos before being picked up again.
After shaf and wc left, ken and I went bukit timah for supper. Had roti prata; before we went changi general hospital's A&E as I wanted to see doctor, because of my skin problem that itched me uncomfortably. *Not that I am unhygienic, perhaps over hygienic as what mum said. Such that I bathed immediately after sweating profusely, resulting in the development of white spots.*
At the end of everything, doctor mr nice gave me three days of mc till friday. I sent a message to my lady officer - the old lady as I shall address here, about it.
This morning that small fucking old lady could call and ask why I never inform her. I told her I have sent her a message, but she said she did not receive. What's the big deal? You're just a fucking old lady, can't even speak or write proper english and need my kindest help every moment, yet drawing taxpayers' monies of over 3k per month as salary. If I can't tolerate you this small fuck one day, I shall perhaps knock on the door of my big boss.
The old lady kept complaining to me "why her co-workers got to work in new office, got new desk and chair, but she was being transferred to the front office using an old desk." Now you know why? Because you're soon gonna be retrenched if you do not care to upgrade yourself. And stop downgrading yourself by gossiping less, and saying less of those cold jokes which your co-workers and I cannot stand.
Fancy her complaining to an officer about the 'old desk' matter and requested for a bigger and new table. For goodness' sake, the front office is already cramped. Don't you have the slightest pea-size brain to regard it as totally blocking the way? Luckily her complains have been fallen on deaf ears, as my officer replied bluntly: "I do not know. I'm not the one who made the arrangement for you." I can't help grinning from ear to ear.
& stop acting bossy when you do not even have the qualifications to do so.
Sigh, finally let out my grievances. Kimochi.
|Melvin Ng| 8:30 pm|
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