I'm starting to wonder how sane my managers in the workplace are. Not all of them, but a few.
You see, the turnover rate for the staff at my company is unusually high, at least in my department. Since I've arrived, 9 people have tendered their resignations. This in a department that at one time only accommodates about 16 people. All this in a matter for 4 months.
Anyway, out of the 9 who have tendered, 5 have left and 4 more are expected to leave within the next month. So one of the managers called a colleague (a temp, who will be leaving at the end of June, about 2 weeks after the 9th person) in and asked her how long more did she have left on her contract. The moment she replied that the contract ends on 30 June, he grinned and chuckled at the fact that she was going to be around for another month or so.
This week, one of the accountants is stuck in an army camp (to the envy of all the guys in the office) and so he's not in the office, for the entire freaking week. And who gets his work? ME. Shit! gives me all of his work. He gave me so many things to do that were urgent or semi-urgent that at one point in time, I didn't know what I was doing. And yesterday, just as he was coming to give me even more work, he took a glance at my desk and realised I was handling one of this clients. His reaction? HE CHUCKLED LOUDLY! He chuckled so loudly it prompted Elaine and I to look at each other with the "What's his problem?" look. After chuckling, he proceeded to dump the file on my desk. Where that guy's sanity went I will never know.
Today, SHIT! then exhibits that he is starting to develop a poor memory momentarily when he asks if I've returned one of the files to him. Point is, he passed me the file to amend the yesterday, I made the changes and passed it back to him and hours later, he returned the same file to me for MORE amendments. I made the changes within the SAME DAY and returned it to him, only to have my favour reciprocated by an irritated look shot my way.
As I approach the end of the week with no news from A*STAR, I think it is fairly safe to say that I have't been offered the scholarship. I'm not exactly disappointed, it being an outcome I expected, going against the top brass of my cohort. The only thing left to look out for would be the offer letter from NUS. I don't mind getting into the Faculty of Science, as long as I get to do Life Sciences with a concentration in Biomedical Sciences.
My ear lobe is having yet another infection. Yes, other than an ultrasensitive lymphatic system, I have ultrasensitive ear lobes. I cannot wear earrings that are NOT made of GOLD for too long or the infection and swelling starts. Despite knowing that (from experience, mind you), I persisted in wearing my stirling silver earrings for too long this week and now, my right ear lobe's infected. Again. Sheesh. Hahaha, maybe there's a reason why the wedding dowry for my dialect group, when directly translated, means 4 pieces of gold (Si Dian Jing, yes, I am Teochew, shoot me for it).
I can't wait for the end of May to arrive. Soon it will be College Day, then Charm's choir concert and then the screening of X-Men 3 and before I know it, June would have arrived and I can started my irritating countdown to the final day of work (not that I'm not doing it already, but it's in terms of work days now and come June, it will be in terms of DAYS). And I still haven't caught MI3.
I received news a couple of nights ago that my primary 6 form teacher might have switched schools. Damn. It's quite sad when you walk into your own primary school and realise that it's been 7 years since you last played childhood games like Zero Point (jumping over a rope made up on rubber hands held at various heights), Five Stones and hopscotch in the school's bus bay. 7 years since you conspired with your classmate who lived in a condominium next to yours to do half the homework each and copy the other half from each other, the same person whom you shared a cab home everyday 'cause it was a lot faster. 7 years since your best friend in primary school came over every time he had to use the computer for a school project because he didn't have a computer at home. 7 years since you walk into your primary school and actually recognise it. 7 years since you actually called your primary school yours because it has since merged with another and you think that the merger has diluted the school's identity and the quality of students that it admits. 7 years since you could walk into school and be recognised by the teachers (now I do that and I bet even my form teacher can't recognise me). 7 years has done a lot. I've lost touch with a lot of my classmate, remaining in touch occasionally only with 8 out of the 31 classmates I had.
A year ago, if you asked me if I could relive my primary school experience all over again, would I, I would have definitely said yes without even thinking. Somehow, that has changed. In one year, a lot of things have changed too. I'm out of college, I'm working as I await another chapter of my life. I have someone who makes me happy without even trying. I have a couple of great friends who understand what I'm passionate about and share my views. For all the times I complain about how much I hate work, it's given me something I yearn. Income, independence (not total, but more), experience. Plus if reliving my primary school life means I have to relive secondary school and junior collge which were not-so-pretty moments in my life, I'd rather not.
Anyway, if it were true that my form teacher has indeed moved onto another school, I wish her the best of luck although she'll never read this. If all of her students have moved on, years after we've left primary school, so should she. So to Mdm Jamilah who taught the class 6F'99 of YNPS, if you have moved on to Haig Girls' School like what I've heard, all the best to you. =)
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 :(
