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Friday, January 8, 2010 One Short "Work" Day 'Next station, Admiralty.' Here I am, sitting between a young hippy locked into his iPhone, and an old man on those dark-coloured reserved seatings. It has been a horrible time outfield, and I'm definitely not Mr Sunshine, despite being in my brightest yellow ever. I still want to wear my vest and shirt ensemble, but I guess it has to be tonight. I personally cannot see eye-to-eye about certain issues on hand that I believe were meant to target me. Why me? Why not those whiners who cry for offs and leaves incessively day after day. I might be slow on the grease monkey end of line, but I'm definitely not stupid to feel targetted for no apparent reason. I have never, in my life, applied for Urgent Leave, and have to appear in camp still to sign papers or whatsoever. It can be settled the next day, backdated. Otherwise, why's it called Urgent Leave? *beep* Next station, Kranji. I'm now between two ladies, both dressed in officewear, possibly taking their time to the office or shiftwork. Doesn't anyone know that I do not have enough time for myself? My family demands for attention, so do my friends (especially those chronic ones, they deserve to go to hell sometimes for bugging me day and night too) and my workplace (they're banished, exorcised, boomz, vanquished, whatever). I'm juggling between passion and what I "need" to do. So here I am, blogging into this pathetic piece of equipment which my dearest a cappella group bought for me. I suspect the joystick's down again, soon. And I bet a good 95% of the people I work with doesn't know what a cappella is. They just know that I sing, and they call it choir. Fine, whatever, you nitwits. I don't give a care to your nightly obssessions with WoW, DoTA, L4D2 and whatever other nonsensical games you guys play. Now at Yew Tee. Same two ladies. I've a feeling they're Jurong East people. To think I thought I should be more avid in my thinking, but I guess this "JC" batch of technicians which my bosses seem to worship can do the work while I'm away. Don't get me started on my superiors. They're very good at what they do. Those who do work, and those who blow hot air, or deal with issues - it's all work. For us, work equates to having to fix, replace, repair, clean, wash, and be there at beck and call. Heard of double standards, my fine superiors? Anyway, I just can't wait to slowly utilise my half-year's worth of leave. Unless of course, like we all know, the white demon's gonna come and cut off my feet. 0 Comments: |
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