One hectic week ,many more to come. Yup, the 2nd onslaught of work has finally arrived. After a mere 2 week break. One more huge company to handle. I swear, if I actually work there on a permanent basis and boycott the products of EVERY company that gives accountants nightmares, I'd probably have to die 'cause they include cosmetic companies, conglomerates (yes, I AM NOT KIDDING!!!!!), motor vehicle companies, companies that manufacture pots and pans, oil companies, pharmaceutical companies. All these just a mere fraction of the type of companies that hire people to calculate taxes for them. PERSONAL INCOME TAX. It's not even corporate tax for goodness sake.
Because of work, and mainly because my manager dealt me that fatal blow at 5.30pm on Friday night, I was made to work yesterday, on Polling Day, A PUBLIC HOLIDAY. Crap. I'm going to say that again. CRAP.
I thought it was bad enough that I was made to come back on a public holiday (have you ever been called back to work by an assistant on a Sunday while you were having dinner on Saturday evening? I have.). But apparently, that wasn't bad enough. All I wanted was to be in the office around 9 in the morning and out by lunch. I had 4 killer files to do and I was down to my last one. Halfway through it, she walks over and places this file, strategically places it if I may add,on my desk. CRAP. One more file. I should have moved my items to someone else's workstation (all the other temporary staff, except for one, have gone home 2 hours before that) but I didn't. The result? Me attempting to do another case and staying in the office till 4.10pm. All without any lunch break in between. 9.15am till 4.10pm. No food, no drinks, feeling damn annoyed and frustrated that as people are enjoying their public holiday (minus the politicians), I'm at work. At a time like this, I'd much rather be voting than working. To ensure I would be able to leave after tha 5th file, and to prevent her from dumping number 6, I packed my stuff up before submitting my cases to her. She couldn't possibly be so evil as to drag me back AFTER I've packed up, could she?
With regards to the polling results, it's not a surprise that everyone got back their original seats. Except the ruling party has seen its votes diminish by as little as 3% to as much as 18%. I was rooting for the underdog (one of the opposition parties) because it was the most credible opposition party we currently have and that the ruling party doesn't give a shit to my area. Sure, I might live in a constituency where the ruling party has done a lot, but nothing for my immediate area. I live on the border, on the boundary of the constituency such that most people cannot believe which constituency I'm under. We don't see any of the grassroot leaders or politicians in my area for 5 years and suddenly when the election's looming, BOOM, we see banners everywhere. And you think to yourself "Why should I vote you in when you've really done nothing for me? I've seen NO UPGRADING (for obvious reasons, I live in private housing), I've been denied well deserved awards given to the top 10% of students despite lying with the top 2% of my cohort, I live in an area where women get stalked home at night and no one does anything about it (I know, 'cause it happened to me a few times, it's almost as if we're waiting for someone to get flashed/molested/raped/abducted. It might happen to the minority, the unlucky few, then I must be extremely unlucky to have encountered it at least twice). So seriously? Why vote?"
On the issue of the stalking, I think I'm abnormal. Just the other day, I was on the train and this guy sat right in front of me. He proceeded to stare at me with a retarded look for the rest of my journey. It's times like this when you feel like poking the guy in the eye, telling him "Hey, what do you think you're looking at, buddy?" Such rudeness, such imputence, such lack of respect, such stupidity. There are a few reasons why guys stare at a woman, they think that she's beautiful (N/A in my case), there's something on her face (not on that day), she's horrendously ugly (am I??) or they're just retarded (most probably the case).
Is it any wonder that I'm a feminist? (Ok, I'm a meek sheep in hiding under the skin of a feminist. Happy? But there are issues I take heart with!)
To end things on a happier note, photos taken at the dinner on Wednesday with my friends from J.C! We're missing one. Ouch.
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 :(
