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Monday, March 27, 2006
I spent a good 15 minutes during lunch today at Lau Pa Sat to observe this cleaner. What caught my attention was how he kept dropping the cutlery on the floor, and not how good he looked. That mere 15 minutes of observation was enough to make the wanton mee that I had just eaten threaten to make its presence felt. But of course, I suppressed it. Letting it out would mean S$4/- down the drain and no way was I going to waste it.
If you had seen what he was doing, you would have thought he was a .... ok, you just wouldn't think he was a cleaner. You see, they have different containers at Lau Pa Sat to hold the different cultery. As soon as he cleared a table, he'll dispose of the disposable cultery into the bin, and then sort the cultery into the different containers. Nothing wrong right? But, all the while, he was throwing the cultery into the containers. Throwing, you know? And he missed about 6 times, with plates, bowls, spoons, landing on the wet floor. (The floor was wet, cuz it was drizzling.) How the bowls and plates manage to stay in good condition still remains a mystery to me actually.
Then, he did something that made my jaw drop. Because the bin was full, he used a tray (the kind we use to hold our food), to compress the rubbish in the bin. And after doing that, he put the tray together with the other trays that were going to be washed. Helloooooooooo???!! You don't use a FOOD TRAY to compress rubbish right??? That's so gross and so ultimately unhygenic!! I mean, even if you're using a dish washer, that's no way to use a food tray!
My colleagues were laughing each time I said, "Yucks! Look at that!" to them and they said, "You think the food you eat is very clean meh? You should see how they prepare their food." Of course, I'm not a fool to think that it's 100% clean and hygenic, but at least, I didn't see it right? No wonder they say ignorance is bliss!
Dear Cleaner Uncle, food, and rubbish do not go together ok? You wouldn't want to carry your plate of chicken rice on a tray that has just been used to compress rubbish right? So don't do unto others what you don't want others to do unto you, cuz, you reap what you sow. Beware! *ROAR*
(Oh, Uncle was definitely not in a bad mood. He was smiling as he did his job, but...... I'll rather exchange hygiene for his smile.)
If you had seen what he was doing, you would have thought he was a .... ok, you just wouldn't think he was a cleaner. You see, they have different containers at Lau Pa Sat to hold the different cultery. As soon as he cleared a table, he'll dispose of the disposable cultery into the bin, and then sort the cultery into the different containers. Nothing wrong right? But, all the while, he was throwing the cultery into the containers. Throwing, you know? And he missed about 6 times, with plates, bowls, spoons, landing on the wet floor. (The floor was wet, cuz it was drizzling.) How the bowls and plates manage to stay in good condition still remains a mystery to me actually.
Then, he did something that made my jaw drop. Because the bin was full, he used a tray (the kind we use to hold our food), to compress the rubbish in the bin. And after doing that, he put the tray together with the other trays that were going to be washed. Helloooooooooo???!! You don't use a FOOD TRAY to compress rubbish right??? That's so gross and so ultimately unhygenic!! I mean, even if you're using a dish washer, that's no way to use a food tray!
My colleagues were laughing each time I said, "Yucks! Look at that!" to them and they said, "You think the food you eat is very clean meh? You should see how they prepare their food." Of course, I'm not a fool to think that it's 100% clean and hygenic, but at least, I didn't see it right? No wonder they say ignorance is bliss!
Dear Cleaner Uncle, food, and rubbish do not go together ok? You wouldn't want to carry your plate of chicken rice on a tray that has just been used to compress rubbish right? So don't do unto others what you don't want others to do unto you, cuz, you reap what you sow. Beware! *ROAR*
(Oh, Uncle was definitely not in a bad mood. He was smiling as he did his job, but...... I'll rather exchange hygiene for his smile.)
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Friday, March 24, 2006
Sometimes it's better to know people at the face value, then there won't be any disappointments or expectations. The truth hurts actually, that's why I strongly believe that ignorance is bliss. Denial is good sometimes. At least, if you don't think too much, you don't know so much, it won't hurt so much.
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Monday, March 20, 2006
Things don't often go as smoothly as we want them to go. Well, Shakespeare said, "the course of true love never did run smooth", didn't him? If even true love doesn't run smoothly, how can we even expect the other issues in our life to run smoothly too?
Today's the last day of a colleague and I'm sad that things didn't turn out correctly. I incurred the wrath of the 2 colleagues whom I go for lunch with, and to the MRT after work together because I missed the farewell dinner. They concluded that I was someone who doesn't keep my promises and they were angry that I turned them down .. for the 3rd time.
To be honest, I didn't know about the farewell dinner until Wednesday evening. They claimed I knew, and claimed I feigned ignorance about it, but I really didn't. I had no recollection of them telling me about the dinner, and surely, I have my freedom of choice?
Of course, I wasn't expecting them to be good friends with me, but, after half a year, you don't expect to not say goodbye or even all the best to someone whom you've gone for lunch almost everyday 's on her last day right? What hurts is the cutting and snide remarks, the speech with laced with sacarsm, and the constant, "she thinks she's too good to be hanging around us" accusation.
I didn't want to seem a bad sport, so I sms-ed her and wished her all the best for the future, only for me to realise that what I did was redundant. Not even a word of thanks, just a simple, "k". What did I get myself into?
Perhaps they were right, who are they to me? They were merely strangers who walked out of my life as quickly as they walked into it. But why do I still feel that slight hint of hurt? Why do I still feel that tinge of sadness that at the end of the day, we were so hostile towards each other?
Should I thank God that it's her last day? Or should I thank God for the discernment that I didn't go out with them on 3 occasions?
Today's the last day of a colleague and I'm sad that things didn't turn out correctly. I incurred the wrath of the 2 colleagues whom I go for lunch with, and to the MRT after work together because I missed the farewell dinner. They concluded that I was someone who doesn't keep my promises and they were angry that I turned them down .. for the 3rd time.
To be honest, I didn't know about the farewell dinner until Wednesday evening. They claimed I knew, and claimed I feigned ignorance about it, but I really didn't. I had no recollection of them telling me about the dinner, and surely, I have my freedom of choice?
Of course, I wasn't expecting them to be good friends with me, but, after half a year, you don't expect to not say goodbye or even all the best to someone whom you've gone for lunch almost everyday 's on her last day right? What hurts is the cutting and snide remarks, the speech with laced with sacarsm, and the constant, "she thinks she's too good to be hanging around us" accusation.
I didn't want to seem a bad sport, so I sms-ed her and wished her all the best for the future, only for me to realise that what I did was redundant. Not even a word of thanks, just a simple, "k". What did I get myself into?
Perhaps they were right, who are they to me? They were merely strangers who walked out of my life as quickly as they walked into it. But why do I still feel that slight hint of hurt? Why do I still feel that tinge of sadness that at the end of the day, we were so hostile towards each other?
Should I thank God that it's her last day? Or should I thank God for the discernment that I didn't go out with them on 3 occasions?
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Friday, March 17, 2006
I just had the most hilarious conversation on MSN with my secondary school mate, Syikin. She had her April Fool's Day come early.
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
hihi
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
heys!!!
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
hey i was jus tinking abt u ytd...
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
serious
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
hehe
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
thats good
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
u in uni now?
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
hws u? where u at now
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
yup in nus
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
construction site
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
construction site?????
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
ya
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
odd job labourer
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
doingg???
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
serious
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
i carry bricks for them
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
seriousss
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
ya la.
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
build wad?
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
for the experience.
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
dun know. building some building lor
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
i'm only carrying bricks
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
tough?
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
of cuz la
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
u shd see me now
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
almost as tanned as u
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
ahhahhaaha
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
dats so kewl
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
its a new thing
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
yep
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
tts right
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
haha wad made u do this?
To which, I went on about how I used to be in awe of construction workers when I was young and how these people will always feature in my compostions.
Then, I called her, and yelled, "happy april fool's day!" over the phone! Haha! She couldn't believe that she believed me, but too bad, I have evidence that she did! Muahaha!
It's either, you know, I'm a convincing story-teller or she's guillble. I choose to believe the former! And, not all are untrue, the part about me being in awe of constructions workers when I was young is true! There's really really the truth! :D
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
hihi
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
heys!!!
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
hey i was jus tinking abt u ytd...
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
serious
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
hehe
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
thats good
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
u in uni now?
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
hws u? where u at now
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
yup in nus
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
construction site
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
construction site?????
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
ya
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
odd job labourer
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
doingg???
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
serious
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
i carry bricks for them
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
seriousss
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
ya la.
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
build wad?
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
for the experience.
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
dun know. building some building lor
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
i'm only carrying bricks
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
tough?
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
of cuz la
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
u shd see me now
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
almost as tanned as u
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
ahhahhaaha
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
dats so kewl
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
its a new thing
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
yep
kAeJ the odd job labourer says:
tts right
they are not worth it if they dont think you are worth it. says:
haha wad made u do this?
To which, I went on about how I used to be in awe of construction workers when I was young and how these people will always feature in my compostions.
Then, I called her, and yelled, "happy april fool's day!" over the phone! Haha! She couldn't believe that she believed me, but too bad, I have evidence that she did! Muahaha!
It's either, you know, I'm a convincing story-teller or she's guillble. I choose to believe the former! And, not all are untrue, the part about me being in awe of constructions workers when I was young is true! There's really really the truth! :D
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Dilemmas, Dilemmas..
Sometimes don't we just love to get ourselves caught in situations that we don't know how to get ourselves out of?
Take myself for example. There are a couple of colleagues taking full advantage of me at work, and the right thing for me to do is quit, since not only the air in the office is filled with office politics, there are obnoxious colleagues to deal with and a miserable pay to take home to. But, I'm still there, and there for half a year. Of cuz, I'm not complaining that I have alot to do, and in fact, I don't mind having more work to do, I want more work to do. Beats sitting around and staring into space.
If I have to be honest, I'll tell you that there is something inside me that actually wants to give my present situation a chance. I always naively tell myself that my situation will change and it's not as bad as I always make it out to be. They'll change. It'll change. But I guess, even a fool can tell that things are not going to change - perhaps, unless, I'm converted to a full-time staff.
Sure, there are some colleagues that I detest. But there are also colleagues that I enjoy working with although they're a minority and I hardly get to work with them since they're of a much higher position than me.
And then, there's the assistant general manager. A woman whom I have the deepest admiration for. It makes my day whenever she smiles at me and say, "good morning". Then there's also Idol number 2, and although I'm too shy to strike a conversation with her, I just enjoy the feeling. Besides, I've taken the first move today. :) She's the only person I know from my office that brings work home to do just because she can't do OT this week!
It's not difficult to break away. My contract expires at the end of March, but... somewhere deep inside tells me that I'm going to agree to another month of extension if the job agency calls me, and..
I'm secretly hoping that my job agency will call me soon..
Sometimes don't we just love to get ourselves caught in situations that we don't know how to get ourselves out of?
Take myself for example. There are a couple of colleagues taking full advantage of me at work, and the right thing for me to do is quit, since not only the air in the office is filled with office politics, there are obnoxious colleagues to deal with and a miserable pay to take home to. But, I'm still there, and there for half a year. Of cuz, I'm not complaining that I have alot to do, and in fact, I don't mind having more work to do, I want more work to do. Beats sitting around and staring into space.
If I have to be honest, I'll tell you that there is something inside me that actually wants to give my present situation a chance. I always naively tell myself that my situation will change and it's not as bad as I always make it out to be. They'll change. It'll change. But I guess, even a fool can tell that things are not going to change - perhaps, unless, I'm converted to a full-time staff.
Sure, there are some colleagues that I detest. But there are also colleagues that I enjoy working with although they're a minority and I hardly get to work with them since they're of a much higher position than me.
And then, there's the assistant general manager. A woman whom I have the deepest admiration for. It makes my day whenever she smiles at me and say, "good morning". Then there's also Idol number 2, and although I'm too shy to strike a conversation with her, I just enjoy the feeling. Besides, I've taken the first move today. :) She's the only person I know from my office that brings work home to do just because she can't do OT this week!
It's not difficult to break away. My contract expires at the end of March, but... somewhere deep inside tells me that I'm going to agree to another month of extension if the job agency calls me, and..
I'm secretly hoping that my job agency will call me soon..
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Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Here's a sneak peek of what I did at work today. Part of my job requires me to be a labourer. Here's why :
Packed papers like this, and files into boxes to be sent to the warehouse. Did about 14 boxes today with the help of a very nice senior assistant. Was told to take my time to bring these boxes down to the 21st floor, but me being me, I decided to do it all at one time since I didn't see any point dragging.
So, with my trusty trolley,
and carrying 3-4 boxes at a time, I proceeded down to the 21st floor, went through this door,
and then stacked the boxes according to its number.
Then, I had to wait for the lift,
to go up to my office which is on the 24th floor,
and continued doing the same routine until I finished loading all 14 boxes on the 21st floor. I did everything myself, from loading the boxes, to unloading, to opening the doors, to holding the lift, and to tapping the card to allow myself entrance. Are you impressed?
Oh yes, I came out from this door when I was on the 24th floor.
And since I'm talking about work, here are some pictures of my cubicle. I have a cubicle to myself. According to my colleague, it's like I'm living in landed property, and they, in HDB flats.
An overview of my neat table,
My treasure box which I made using photo paper and magazine paper. It is used to hold things like, big and small paper clips, staple bullets, and my car which was given to me by my colleague,
At the side bottom of my table is where I put my newspapers, magazines, story books, bible, and food!
and last but not least, this is a list I made for my own reference. Makes my job easier when I tend to the insureds at the counter. Instead of having to keep asking my colleagues, I took the initiative to find out for myself who's in charge of which vehicle number and their ext number.
Packed papers like this, and files into boxes to be sent to the warehouse. Did about 14 boxes today with the help of a very nice senior assistant. Was told to take my time to bring these boxes down to the 21st floor, but me being me, I decided to do it all at one time since I didn't see any point dragging.
So, with my trusty trolley,
and carrying 3-4 boxes at a time, I proceeded down to the 21st floor, went through this door,
and then stacked the boxes according to its number.
Then, I had to wait for the lift,
to go up to my office which is on the 24th floor,
and continued doing the same routine until I finished loading all 14 boxes on the 21st floor. I did everything myself, from loading the boxes, to unloading, to opening the doors, to holding the lift, and to tapping the card to allow myself entrance. Are you impressed?
Oh yes, I came out from this door when I was on the 24th floor.
And since I'm talking about work, here are some pictures of my cubicle. I have a cubicle to myself. According to my colleague, it's like I'm living in landed property, and they, in HDB flats.
An overview of my neat table,
My treasure box which I made using photo paper and magazine paper. It is used to hold things like, big and small paper clips, staple bullets, and my car which was given to me by my colleague,
At the side bottom of my table is where I put my newspapers, magazines, story books, bible, and food!
and last but not least, this is a list I made for my own reference. Makes my job easier when I tend to the insureds at the counter. Instead of having to keep asking my colleagues, I took the initiative to find out for myself who's in charge of which vehicle number and their ext number.
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Saturday, March 11, 2006
I never knew what "missing you" meant,
until I saw you in his arms.
I never knew how to say "I love you",
until the day you decided to leave.
I never know how hard it was to say goodbye,
until I had to say goodbye to you.
I never knew how hard you tried to make us work,
until I read the note you left behind.
I never knew how much I really love you,
until I saw you lying there, motionlessly.
` kAeJ
until I saw you in his arms.
I never knew how to say "I love you",
until the day you decided to leave.
I never know how hard it was to say goodbye,
until I had to say goodbye to you.
I never knew how hard you tried to make us work,
until I read the note you left behind.
I never knew how much I really love you,
until I saw you lying there, motionlessly.
` kAeJ
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