A voice was heard in Ramah.

This cat is HDB approved.

My Job.

Monday, November 23, 2009

10:16 PM

So much for hiatus huh, I really didn't want my fingers to stray but it's been an emotional week of sorts so I felt the need to blog.
I am very grateful to God that just listening to my instincts and attending mass can really lify my mood: from a week of avoiding people and sitting around for long long hours in skool to a much lighter mood as the week ended. Of course, because it's always tradition, I just had to fall sick one week before my papers with the lemon tea spam and the cold dungeons of the S'pore -Msia Collection. That is not the point though.
I am getting a bit scared because I am starting to be dependent on you.
I am also, annoyed time again by same problem that Fishy and I always encounter : Sometimes I think the issue is maybe not others, but ourselves because we wish to respect social blah and be nice, diplomatic but it totally sucks, when others don't get the message.
Just be self-sufficient, can. It is not our problem whether you wish to skip classes/lectures/tutorials whatEVER. It is however, our problem when you keep bugging us to borrow our materials which we conscientiously copied for attending rightfully and it's not like you were unwell or something or had to rush a deadline. Hello. Have a conscience and stop being so shamlessly dependent on others for your own advantage. If you were so deeply concerned about missing out you would have gone in the first place.
Other than that.

I think my job deserves an overdue post since I've been at it for about 2-3 months already.
I am Jocelyn, Usher, UCC. (curtesy)
I can't say I'm deeply in love with it - it's sort of like an arranged marriage that I forced myself into but I guess it just has to grow on you. I didn't like it at first, because I am loner_ahlian but I guess there are others who feel like that too so it's not that bad - hell it's only 3-4 hours each time anyway.
But people like Andy make it bearable and gradually enjoyable - watching out for you, taking the trouble to make conversation with a painfully mute person like myself, reminding me to take re-entry slips. I am awfully forgetful : Last week I worked twice and the last event was Killah because I was posted alone omg, kids running around + impatient parents + annoying latecomers = GG. As a result of my painfully laborious process of tripping the stubs, the queue escalated until Alvan had to rush down and help out. I was so sad. My learning curve is like, really. Slow.
The one thing I like about my job is that during the period of no contact I can gaze into oblivion all I want, with the occasional "Sudah makan?" to the cleaners and security uncle. Oh, did I mention that I also get addressed in Malay? Conversations tend to be recycled because each post holds a new senior and they usually lose interest.

Other than that.

I think today I learnt a painful lesson on why I prefer to study alone. Today's lesson was even more painful because it was taught by a friend.
Please kill me I am emo as nemo. Even buying the Seventeen magazine did not cheer me up.