I'm beat, not as beat had I worked the entire day though.
Yes, today I left the office at 12.30pm. =) I left and ate at Gelare, I treated myself to their half-priced waffles (try it with Butter Pecan, it's not bad!). Teresa was supposed to join me, but she was occupied so I went alone (shows how badly I wanted waffles). On top of that, I had a bun. Yes, I had a heavy lunch.
I've received my letters of recommendation from my tutors, so at least that is done with! Now I'm left with the essays and certs (to be xeroxe).
Well last night, I worked overtime, till 7.40pm. I worked till my eyes were sore, till I saw stars and still I saw the return of Oven. Yes, Oven came back! I was staggering back to my desk when I heard someone chirp, 'HARLOW PHOEBE!' I turned back, and was mortified to see Oven. After mumbling a 'hi' back at the household appliance (just kidding), I went back to my desk, packed up, and left. This guy at work gave me a major scare last night.
You see, part of my job scope is to do anything I'm made to do, and I was made to pull out certain documents from individual files, xerox them and put the originals back. What I did was to pull out the files I need, get the documents out, xerox ALL of them, and then put the originals back. Somewhere in between that chain of events, this guy comes and removes ONE file, eventually leaving me with ONE document I had no file to put in. That made me jittery and nervous, thinking I had somehow misplaced a file, and I spent the entire night sitting on it, worrying. It wasn't till Elaine told me THIS MORNING that he took the file.
Not to mention that guy is turning into Oven Number 2, by that I mean he's giving me work (and not the others, Oven did that for the first 2-3 weeks), in fact, too much work such that I can NEVER clear my stack. Say I have 3 pending assignments, just as I'm 80% done with the first one, he comes over, and drops 2 more assignments on my desk! Maybe this is part of working life, but it sure ain't pleasant. When you're free, you're just too free. When you're busy, you can't breathe.
So I am glad I worked half day today, because today was threatening to turn into another day like yesterday. I left the office during lunch time, got my tutors Tiramisu cakes (to thank them for the favour), ate a delicious waffle, met up with a dear friend, caught up with my tutors and shopped. Yes, shopped. I didn't get the bag I want, not that I have any in mind, but the bags I saw... Let's just say NONE of them were the kind I wanted to get (tiny sling bags meant for casual use. By tiny, I mean small enough for a brolly, wallet, keys and a pack of tissue paper to go in). The ones that caught my eye (handbags and large sling bags) were too darn expensive (yes, when you're spending your own cash, you're a lot more conscious of the price tag, not that I wasn't conscious beforehand, but the significance is different. In the past, it was "it's not nice to spend so much of my mum's cash", now it's "erm.. I'm only earning $XXX, spending it on this isn't really worth it"). I wanted shoes, but didn't get it 'cause there were none I like. I got.. 2 tank tops and 3 shorts. The irony, I need more work clothes, nicer clothes and I end up buying SHORTS and TANK TOPS.
Maybe there is some truth to women buying everything they DON'T need after all. Ok, I could do with a few nicer shorts, and tanks. But it could mean overload when it comes to the number of t-shirts and tanks I have. I number at DOZENS of t-shirts (mostly course t-shirts, class t-shirts, school-based t-shirts that I now wear at home).
It was nice though, because for the first time, while at a mall, the salespersons weren't trailing behind me like I was a potential shoplifter (they do that to A LOT of students). I was wearing my work clothes and basically, people thought I had the spending power to match my dressing (not that true).
Ok it's time for dinner. Will update another time then. Cya!
I'm a 3rd year student in what is probably the largest autonomous university in Singapore majoring in a Science-related subject (well it sorta IS SCIENCE). I'm known to be introverted, sarcastic (at times), funny when I rant (which isn't a good thing lol) and somewhat of a loner. I miss LA and would move there in a heartbeat :(
