Merry Christmas

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Don't think I'd ever have the time to blog on Christmas, so I'm typing here today.

I think one of the great things about Christmas season is that it always rains.

I mean, I LURV it when it rains. Which reminds me, what the hell happened to my umbrella anyway! It's always not in my bag when I need one.

The holiday mood was so strong, you could feel it in the office on Friday. It was supposed to be a half day though. Our boss was kind enough to come in and tell us that whoever had finished their work can go off after lunch. Well, none of us managed to finish our work, so we stayed till the end anyway.

As my mother would jealously put it: You people working there, I really don't understand. Take leave also go back to office don't know do what..

How did she find out? Well, I was telling her about a colleague of mine, Dennis, a good friend whom I quarrel with on a daily weekday basis. I think we quarrel at least once everyday or something.

So he was supposed to be on leave that fateful day me, the secretary of the entire Sales dept, had to pack the general brochures and stuff. Having (as you all already know) a very messy table, I stacked up the to-be-packed brochures on Dennis' desk. Who knows, he came back later in the afternoon to do some paperwork I guess.

So he was like "Oei! Why so much things on my table again!"

It's hard to describe but Dennis' table is like right in the centre of the sales department. Whenever any of us have something we don't need, we would just conveniently dump it on his desk. From memos, to pizza brochures, to even the tissue paper that some of us are lazy to throw away at times.

Then he said really loudly "Some messy people work also don't know how to work properly. Throw things on other people's desk."

I was at my desk doing some work then, and I heard that sarcastic remark that was directed at me, so I retorted "Some people, take leave also don't know how to take leave. Come back and hinder people working".

I mean, we did it all good-naturedly of course. Alan heard it all, and was laughing his head off.

Then there was Christmas, when someone left a gift on Desmond's table. No name. Just a gift and a card that read Marry Christmas (note the typo).

I was on MC that Thursday the gift was left on Desmond's table. It was a good and bad thing. Good because I wasn't there to have my entire reputation destroyed. Bad because I wasn't there to refute all the accusations thrown because many people thought it was me who left it on his desk. Of course, they suspected many other girls too, and there was this other service coordinator they suspected, because to make the gift-er own up, Jessie had purposedly shouted loudly "What!? Des! You don't like the gift ar? Then give me lah?"

They said Phoebe's face changed once Jessie shouted that. But Phoebe's face changed because she was still new, and was still coping with the workload. She just so happened to be giving a very stressed out look.

All this while, Des was dying of curiousity. Heck, he even called me in the morning and woke me up to ask me if I was the one who left the gift on his table. I was still half asleep when he called, and I replied him "Huh? You mean you want me to get you a gift for Christmas?" And he knew it wasn't me.

But he gave me the details and asked me if I had any inkling of who left it on his table. I told him, since the brand of the gift was M+Y, that I automatically think that it was Michael who gave it to him, because Michael's initial is M.Y.

But after further thought, I told him the girl's name is called Christmas. And she wants him to marry her (Marry Christmas).

All the while I wondered and secretly suspected if it was the idiot who don't know how to take leave (Dennis). I'm the one who typed everyone's proposals, and so far he was the only one who has the highest chance of making careless spelling mistakes like these.

Next day when I returned to work on that festive-filled atmostpheric Friday (I'm starting to think I'm getting good at inventing new words), I was immediately asked by the service peepz, who even went as far as to Des' table, take the gift and shouted over "Cindy! Did you buy this?"

Of course I cleared my name, and by then, I had already confirmed plus chop plus guarantee know who was the gift-er (my suspicions have been confirmed by a phone call the previous night).

Later on in the day, Des finally found out the truth because Dennis admitted to him that he was the one who gave the gift. You know why?

Because certain frustrated and impatient individual went as far as to call up the finance department, one by one, to ask if they had left gifts on his table.

Being afraid that the mentally disturbed individual would send a mass email to the entire company to "thank whoever left the gift on my table".. they finally told him it was Dennis.

Talk about gifts, we received a neat Christmas gift from Yellow Pages. Chocolates and christmasy stuff (one of which is a particularly strong cinnamon bread that none of us took a liking to).

Chocolates! From Hyatt! You know how cute are they? I'd show you how cute they are!!

Cute right? I didn't bear to eat it so gave it out to everyone instead.

More to blog about my outing today with my polymates. Stay tuned :)

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:12 am

Dream Dream Dream... When I found you..

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Whoa. Suddenly remembered this song.

So I was told, by six different people, ranging from polymates to secondary schoolmates, that they saw me in their dreams. Yup. Six people. All within the span of two weeks.

In fact, it gets rather disturbing. Oh well, I guess, as long as I wasn't doing anything stupid in the dream. You know.

The most classic one was this particular ex-classmate of mine who dreamt that I was murdered. Or so it seemed. It was a pretty messy dream according to him, where even my parents and the police were involved.

Oh wait. Now he says no I wasn't murdered.

Ohhh.. never mind.

So peepz, keep me updated if you dream of me. HAHAHAHA!! Especially if I gave you four numbers in the dream. Must share share okay?

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:05 pm

Zhong Ji Yi Ban

Friday, December 15, 2006

I give up. I've been searching it for the past two weeks, and I'm on the verge of getting a second copy.

But will the joker who borrowed my Zhong Ji Yi Ban VCDs PLEASE own up and return it to me? I really can't seem to remember who you are after I knocked my head against the wall following the fall down the stairs at work.

I'm just kidding about the knock, but, really, please. It's irritating the sh*t out of me.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:58 pm

Bla Bla Bla..

Once again am thinking of closing this blog. Just don't have the blardy time to continuously update it as I used to.

I've noticed how these few entries I'm always talking about my work, which bored the hell(s) out of most of you.

I just came home from lunching with the D&D committee in celebration of our very successful company event. Two from the committee had moved to our Senoko office, which sux. I mean, sure after they have moved out there is more than enough parking space, but then the whole entire place just feels empty, you know?

But I guess after all, companies are just after profits. They don't really care whose best friends got seperated etc etc.

So, I was very glad for everyone else too when few days ago we had a company dinner to launch a new internal campaign. Omg. Look, I'm talking about work again.

But what the hell, guess most of you are already accustomed to my stupid pattern.

But it was quite obvious though everyone had super late dinner (at 8+pm!!) because of a very long presentation, they were glad to attend the function after all. Even among the techs you could see the Hygiene and Pest Control techs sitting mixed up together instead of the same colours combining together, chatting non-stop as our heads were presenting. Their uniforms were dark blue and ours was dark red, so you could clearly tell which division the staff was from.

I thought peace would return and I would be able to resume my work (my work as in WITHIN MY JOB SCOPE KIND OF WORK) after the hectic photo-shoot. Alas, that was not to be. Not only was there the internal campaign (which thankfully didn't affect me much), we had a office shift-about too.

In fact, I blardy frigging had to pack, because our office was under renovation and Pest Control had to move from the third to second floor. You know, moving an office is easy. Pack. Go. Unpack. But moving INTERNALLY to a temporary place for two weeks, and THEN moving back, is hell.

Pure plain hell. You have to carefully decide what are the items you might need over the course of two weeks, and yet you can't bring alot with you either, because the temporary position would be, well, you guessed it, temporary.

My experience of being full-time packer for TTG was not enough to prepare me for what lies ahead.

Let me share some of the weird stuff I came across. How about.. plastic crows, for example?

Also, what about the packets of dead insect bodies? From cockroaches, to .. micro-organisms (don't know what kinda bug lah. so small!). But I can assure you it is a very common sight to see dead things lying about, carefully preserved in ziplock bags.

While the surveyors only needed around 3 miserable cartons to store all their stuff, I had not only my work, but also the sales brochures, marketing materials, wa, even the blardy ex-sales manager's room was suddenly 'under Cindy'.

Ooh, and what about twenty-year old files from ages ago? Thank goodness there were techs who helped me out with that.

My post shouldn't be called Sales Coordinator. I should be called like.. Bao Gar Liao. Or Rojak Girl. Or.. Chapalang. Or Simi-ma-throw-to-her.

You know one thing about life that I like so much about? Here I am, on the worldwide web, complaining the life out of my typing fingers about my lovable-but-recently-turned-to venomous-hated job.

Yet in reality, all I had to do was to throw in a letter and I could get the hell out of there and never look back but I'm choosing not to. Life is about choices, I guess. So fun. I'm still getting used to it. *rolls eyes*

One last note. Yin ar.. you noticed how extra you are in the following photo?:

LOL!


Merry Christmas to all (in case I don't blog till then).

PS: To those organising for Christmas, I don't care go where eat or whatever price it will be. You guys decide. I'm fine with anything, as long as it's not some ridiculous amount (like exceeding $100 per person).

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:29 pm

Dumb Bumd

Saturday, December 09, 2006

A belated Happy Bday to Yin and Mei and Kor kor (the fake).

But apparently, without her Weijie around, Yin didn't seem too happy. Hahaha!!

Anyway, I can't believe it. I just reached home and wanted to check my bank account balance. Stupidly typed in the wrong password three hundred times and locked my own bank account.

Called into DBS helpline and they said it would STAY LOCKED until I send in some weirdo application form to request for them to snail-mail my pin to me.

Worse of all, I was still dumbfounded because I can't seem to recall the password until Fang told me. See what a stupid *toot* I have become? I need someone else to remind me what my password was!!! Incredible!

Please SO kill me. Please.

Anyway, I'm super looking forward to the Batam trip with the ENTIRE family, of which I think is the reason why Dad bought the new video camera.

And today was the last day of the photoshoot I've organised for the co. Well, technically speaking there is few more to come, but that will be decided later.

Right now, I'd showcase a few sneak previews of behind-the-scenes photos. Believe me, doing up photo-shoot wasn't easy when you need to know which equipment on which day and which actors/actresses to call up for standby.

Please rest assured. The blurred image is not some creepy thing. It's everyone's best friend, Mr. Dennis Ng, who just so happen to feel that it is important that he walk around and block my camera's view.

This was quite an entertaining scene. There was this little kid involved in the shooting. His name is Cyrus, and he's the son of one of our office staff. And he's SO CUTE I tell you. We spent the whole morning shooting, and by this waving scene, he was so blardy sleepy, his eyes were closed as he waved blindly. Ali, as you tell from the pic, is doing his best to wake Cyrus up.

This last picture was a tough one. I was supposed to try to coordinate with the photographer and the drivers, to get this splendid shot of our vans traveling across the bridge at Fullerton area. The weather was so-so, and the road conditions were perfect (empty road, except for our vans, that is).

But.. the blardy memory card had to die on us later that evening. As a result, all shots taken that day came to naught and we had to redo the whole thing today. Believe me, trying to block out our technicians' schedule for a mere photo-shoot is an uphill war against the service coordinators, whom I'm telling you, possesses the ability to eat you up, alive.




By the way, guess who I brought to the office recently:

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:45 am

Ai Zai

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

*Content Deleted. Later Mum read le write resignation letter for me. Whoa, I think even will sign on my behalf and submit*

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 7:47 pm

620th Post

Sunday, December 03, 2006

I am now happily typing away from Macdonald's at Sun Plaza while my two over-starved groupmates are sitting beside and in front of me having their meal.

Feels good to live in a country where you have nation-wide wireless coverage.

Welcome to Singapore :)

And by the way, Papa, if you ever read my blog:

Your laptop keyboard got alot of coffee stain leh... Oh, and cigarette ashes stuck in-between the keys too!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:24 pm