Monday, February 28, 2011

Just wanna say..

.. that I totally hate backstabbers. Gosh, why is she sitting right next to me.

GO AWAY!

Thursday, February 24, 2011

I hate rude people at the office

I just want to say that I totally hate rude people at the office. I don't care about the schmuck driving like a maniac on the road. I can just ignore nosy & noisy neighbours. I'll just forget about that stuck up salesgirl who'll probably be stuck at that job the rest of her life.

But, of all the rude people I come across, I really, really hate rude people at the office.

Must be because 1/3 of my day is spent here.

Take me away babeh! It hurts to be trampled on.

Conclusion, most of my colleagues aren't fit to be friends with.

I hate rude people.

That Knife Wielding Bitch!

Ergh! I just can’t stand Mrs. Guthal. She isn’t just a cheeky slut but she’s also an annoying, back stabbing colleague. I hate the fact that we’re both seated in the same cubicle. There’s no way I can run from her.
Here, I’d like to blame the office management for not putting up a separating partition between us. I wish I was allowed to build one myself.

I’m tired of this pretense that I’m too stupid to be realizing what she’s doing to me.
Maybe, IT IS TIME FOR ME TO LEAVE.

But wouldn’t that be like running away? Would that make me a coward, a chicken, a pussy?
However, if I stay, I’ll suffer. If I fight back, it will only make me look bad in front of the other colleagues. While I don’t personally care what they say about me, career wise, it’s important. I don’t want to bury a shit hole for another.

In the mean time, doing my assignments is all I can do. And in between that, there’s Jobstreet, JobsDB, ect., ect. :-P

Ouch!

My rating this year sucks. I’ve always been those high flyers at the office. For three consecutive years I was the golden child. This year, I’m nothing.

What happened? I guess I’ve lost my appeal. I don’t shine anymore. Probably I’ve gotten rusty & didn’t realize it. No one wants to fight for me anymore. I guess no one remembers me today.
There’s no one to blame really. I’m not going to blame myself either. I’ve done nothing wrong. I did my work as usual, mingled the way I’ve always had & kept the image I’ve always projected.
Is that the problem? The fact that I’ve been the way I was since day one?
Should I morph just to spike up my ratings for next year? Will I be comfortable doing that? Or should I move to a new territory, be myself & hope that my old self will shine the new frontier?

I’m at a loss for words. No, I don’t want to blame anyone. That’s so typical & I’ve never been typical. I’m much better than that to be playing the blame game. I hate it when people do that. Blame the boss or colleagues for their own failures. I’ve always believe that every outcome of your life comes from you.

So, what’s next?

I don’t want to sulk. I guess it’s back to the earlier question, stay & polish or leave & discover?

Tough one!

Sunday, February 20, 2011

New In Town

Pssst here.. Pssst there.. Pssst pssst everywhere..

That, my friends, are the sound of gossip mongers at the office. Their psssting get’s louder when there happens to be someone new in the office. It could be new managers, new tea lady, new executive or a new receptionist. In today’s case, it’s a new receptionist.

She’s here barely a month & the tears have started to flow. Owh dear, why so? How detrimental could her job, opening doors & answering phone calls be? I’m not here to criticize her job. I would love to be doing just that if I didn’t have too many commitments already. The problem here is the senior people at the office. Senior in work experience or duration at the office, but certainly not senior in mindset & behavior. They are definitely not the type of people you’d like to write this on their birthday card: The Older, The Wiser.

BS to that!

So what happened to poor Miss Lanky, the new receptionist? If she’s young & pretty then it would be about boys, boys, boys. Euwh, it’s disgusting to call them boys when those men are what we label as bujang terlajak here. Meaning confirmed bachelor-for-life-but-against-their-will. The perpetrator? Who else if it isn’t Sloppy Beast (this guy will certainly deserve an entry of his own!). There are even the cheerleaders. All nasty gossips have those irritating, knucklehead cheerleaders. They consist of ugly women in mid 30’s who happened to be spinsters.
I’m not going to write what the gossip is all about. It’s stupid & degrading. Why must the working environment at a posh office be marred by gossips? It’s not even entertaining. You might like to think so when you listen in on one, but what if you’re at the other end, the victim of gossips?

To gossipers out there, GET A LIFE!!! Find a hobby to distract yourself. You’re probably just bored with how your life turned out to be. I pity the gossipers. Every time I fall victim & get sad, I tend to compare my life to theirs. It makes me feel a whole lot better cause I realized how much better my life really is from theirs. I earn more, I look better, I’m much, much smarter & my life is way exciting. Yeay me!!!

To poor Miss Lanky, if you read this, those gossip mongers are mere dust floating in the wind. They make you sneeze once in a while, but that’s about it. No more than that. Blow them away, my dear!