Alle Fonte
The whole week had gone by like a nightmare until...
It started with a horrible nightmare of a psycho with black powers hunting me down. I had almost caught her, nailed her to the front porch of my house and went off to find my dad only to return to see her gone. Then, that night, she came again and stood near the window of my bedroom, with a twisted smile almost as if she was saying,i'm gonna come and get you. I woke up with a jolt, only to find my sister who usually sleeps with me not on her bed, so i went to the hall, switched on all the lights, checked the time and went back to sleep. it was 5 am and i couldnt sleep back. I kept looking at the window and i was a TINY bit scared,really..:-)
6.30am,I had to drag myself out of bed and get ready to work. unfortunately, i slept late that night and i was extremely tired. to make matters worse, i had to do the annual stock count that day, which means i had to go down to the godown and scan all the goods. Yeah yeah, i'm the IT line but every year some unfortunate ones(usually newcomers) from each department will be chosen to go and do the horrible work. the place was like a steaming oven, no ventilation, no fan and obviously no air-con and it was dusty and dirty till my palms were black with soot. Luckily the Malay guy from accounts department who was assisting me was so funny, so we were laughing all the while,and i met a few cool people from many different departments,managed to get the job done fast and return back to the control office only to find that we had to return back to another godown and do second check for another set of goods. That done, back again and they sent me and him again to counter check another set of goods. I was there,sweating profusely,steaming in the heat trying to get the job done. And oh boy, stock counting is not easy. These production people are so bad in labelling, until u feel like marching back to their office and shake them till their teeth falls out.
That aside, though i'm complaining, when i returned back home that day, i was feeling so sad as i was reminded of the people who work in the godown everyday single day, and many are young fellas who should not be struggling there. I was so upset until my dad noticed and asked me why. There was a man whom i talked to while doing the stock count and he was telling me his work conditions and i felt so pitiful. Why are there so many people suffering in such terrible situations?..feeling like a helpless fool..
The next day, i returned to the office on friday only to find emails from the trainees asking for help with their work. After helping them, my supervisor assigned me with some stupid programming job, and the girl who was supposed to get the documentations done just keeps messing it up and confusing me. The work is still pending, waiting for me on Monday. Sigh! i returned back to my cubicle to find an email from my ex-supervisor during my industrial training ,asking me to come back to the company to help her with a system. Since i had declined so many times because i had some other engagements during the weekend, i had to agree this time as she said she was in big trouble and in fact offered to pay but i had to decline for i am quite close to her. so i was booked on saturday from 7am to 1pm. I spent the rest of the Friday working time finishing my present job but i couldn't do it as my mind was elsewhere. i just wanted to get home. In fact, i wanted to go shopping after work but when i reached the place, i parked the car near the boutique, sat in the car for a while,reversed and then, drove back home.
That night (before going off to my ex-training company), i was about to get to bed and got a call from my auntie asking me to check something for her. Darn! Finished that at 12 midnight and woke up the next day at 6am to get ready to 'work'. Ex-supervisor came to my house to fetch me, headed to bayan lepas, saw a fatal accident on the bridge, reached the company, had breakfast, then started breaking my head with the codes. Came back to Kedah, went off to her house for a while, met her cute kids (boy, i really really missed them and they keep getting cuter ;-) ) When i left, the 3 year old started singing, bye suba checi, bye suba checi, bye suba checi, non stop till i dissapeared..=)
and please don't ask me what's the meaning of the title of this post. i was wreaking my brains to get a title and i saw this empty mineral bottle on the kitchen table with the label saying 'alle fonte' so that became my title.
complains aside, i saw him again on friday...yep, i saw my darling schoolboy. in fact, this time i saw him walking from far and right in front of me was a brand new mercedes and the driver kept slamming his breks so i kept telling myself, "suba keep your eyes on the road, if you hit that car, u just have to give ur car keys to that merc guy as a replacement for the damage and walk back to office." But when that boy came nearer, i couldnt resist but to steal a glance only to find he was looking at me all the while..waaaa..in cloud 9..:-)
Somebody, give me a kick please..
It started with a horrible nightmare of a psycho with black powers hunting me down. I had almost caught her, nailed her to the front porch of my house and went off to find my dad only to return to see her gone. Then, that night, she came again and stood near the window of my bedroom, with a twisted smile almost as if she was saying,i'm gonna come and get you. I woke up with a jolt, only to find my sister who usually sleeps with me not on her bed, so i went to the hall, switched on all the lights, checked the time and went back to sleep. it was 5 am and i couldnt sleep back. I kept looking at the window and i was a TINY bit scared,really..:-)
6.30am,I had to drag myself out of bed and get ready to work. unfortunately, i slept late that night and i was extremely tired. to make matters worse, i had to do the annual stock count that day, which means i had to go down to the godown and scan all the goods. Yeah yeah, i'm the IT line but every year some unfortunate ones(usually newcomers) from each department will be chosen to go and do the horrible work. the place was like a steaming oven, no ventilation, no fan and obviously no air-con and it was dusty and dirty till my palms were black with soot. Luckily the Malay guy from accounts department who was assisting me was so funny, so we were laughing all the while,and i met a few cool people from many different departments,managed to get the job done fast and return back to the control office only to find that we had to return back to another godown and do second check for another set of goods. That done, back again and they sent me and him again to counter check another set of goods. I was there,sweating profusely,steaming in the heat trying to get the job done. And oh boy, stock counting is not easy. These production people are so bad in labelling, until u feel like marching back to their office and shake them till their teeth falls out.
That aside, though i'm complaining, when i returned back home that day, i was feeling so sad as i was reminded of the people who work in the godown everyday single day, and many are young fellas who should not be struggling there. I was so upset until my dad noticed and asked me why. There was a man whom i talked to while doing the stock count and he was telling me his work conditions and i felt so pitiful. Why are there so many people suffering in such terrible situations?..feeling like a helpless fool..
The next day, i returned to the office on friday only to find emails from the trainees asking for help with their work. After helping them, my supervisor assigned me with some stupid programming job, and the girl who was supposed to get the documentations done just keeps messing it up and confusing me. The work is still pending, waiting for me on Monday. Sigh! i returned back to my cubicle to find an email from my ex-supervisor during my industrial training ,asking me to come back to the company to help her with a system. Since i had declined so many times because i had some other engagements during the weekend, i had to agree this time as she said she was in big trouble and in fact offered to pay but i had to decline for i am quite close to her. so i was booked on saturday from 7am to 1pm. I spent the rest of the Friday working time finishing my present job but i couldn't do it as my mind was elsewhere. i just wanted to get home. In fact, i wanted to go shopping after work but when i reached the place, i parked the car near the boutique, sat in the car for a while,reversed and then, drove back home.
That night (before going off to my ex-training company), i was about to get to bed and got a call from my auntie asking me to check something for her. Darn! Finished that at 12 midnight and woke up the next day at 6am to get ready to 'work'. Ex-supervisor came to my house to fetch me, headed to bayan lepas, saw a fatal accident on the bridge, reached the company, had breakfast, then started breaking my head with the codes. Came back to Kedah, went off to her house for a while, met her cute kids (boy, i really really missed them and they keep getting cuter ;-) ) When i left, the 3 year old started singing, bye suba checi, bye suba checi, bye suba checi, non stop till i dissapeared..=)
and please don't ask me what's the meaning of the title of this post. i was wreaking my brains to get a title and i saw this empty mineral bottle on the kitchen table with the label saying 'alle fonte' so that became my title.
complains aside, i saw him again on friday...yep, i saw my darling schoolboy. in fact, this time i saw him walking from far and right in front of me was a brand new mercedes and the driver kept slamming his breks so i kept telling myself, "suba keep your eyes on the road, if you hit that car, u just have to give ur car keys to that merc guy as a replacement for the damage and walk back to office." But when that boy came nearer, i couldnt resist but to steal a glance only to find he was looking at me all the while..waaaa..in cloud 9..:-)
Somebody, give me a kick please..
posted by BluePixie @ 10:09 PM
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