Patricia,
Your reputation is on the line,
and you can't afford to make any major mistakes right now.
A new job title comes with much more responsibility.
You must be willing to take them on before accepting the new position.
Let your achievements speak for themselves this afternoon
So anybody miss me yet?
hmmph
hahahah highly unlikely but anyways..
Finally had time to sit down and bombard you people with my nonsense
As some of you know..I'm currently working at non other than...
SINDA.
yes.
SINDA.
Never thought I'd actually end up working there..
No no..NOTHING against SINDA..
Just that I never thought I'd work there
I'm not like permanent there or anything..
Just for now..coz my cousin was working there while on his NUS vacation and the person in charge asked him if I was interested in temping for a while since I'm on a job hunt and all..well..I didn't hear anything negative from Clif so I said ok fine..and I must say..it's a whole new experience.
I had once worked in an all Indian office..and even though I'm Indian too..I felt a little weird..having always been in a mixed kinda environment prior to that..soon I just hated the way they treated and manipulated me just because I was the youngest,newest & most gullible.urgh.
Hated the work ethics.
So I shunned this kinda places..thinking that sometimes it's more difficult to work with one of your own kind.
I had that kinda negative thought before I set foot in SINDA..like what if they all spoke in Tamil and mocked me for speaking in English?blah blah..that kinda feeling..but I had nothing to worry about.
Everyone minded their own business and went about their work silently.
Another shock was to realise that SINDA..THE building itself..didn't have an elevator.So for the first 2 days..I ploughed my way through the never ending exit out of Farrer Pk Station..dragged my heeled crying feet,huffing and puffing in the relentlessly burning..i repeat BURNING not shining..sunshine..trying my best not to break out into a sweat..trying to remain cool and nonchalant as i walk through the little lane in the middle of TWO coffeeshops..then walk the final path to the hallowed building..and walk riiiiight to the end of the corridor to punch my card..then POUND MY ALREADY SORE FEET..4 freaking stories up to the Finance dept.Where everyone looks calm and poised and I end up barging in like a panting rhino.It doesn't help that my hair is a bit wild now.No hair serum,clip or scrunchie will tame my flyaway strands.
Wow..see how much I can write just describing the walk to SINDA?I have yet to even start on the inside stories!!
Argghh I'm tired..as in..the work is fine..because I have done this kinda stuff before..but it's hard to explain to my mum how much the little journey actually drains me..the sun oh man..and each time I walk I guess I am like cursing and swearing in my mind..which is really bad..
I'm too sleepy and my head has been hurting on and off for the past one week..Sanjit isn't in town so I have no one to talk out my mental issues to..hehehehe...he calls me a bully but he is a SILENT bully..the worst kind ever..like I have to contemplate if I had been bullied or insulted and then once he gets his punch line in,I'm just about ready to strangle him!!hahaha..my precious,precious friends..I miss u all..so much.Never felt so out of time..yet so relaxed at the same time..argggh the past 3 days of brutal direct sunlight has really punished my already sensitive skin ..I feel soooooooooo used up..like a torn no no shredded ball of tissue paper..
THAT will be something I will have to brace myself for every morning from now I guess..as long as I'm working here..but that's another story..well guys I wanted to say so much more..but I guess this is my limit for tonight..will continue with part 2 tomorrow..
oh my head..my aching aching head...
This is me,Patricia