Friday, July 13, 2007

rest-a-bit

End of my work stint for now. Going for rest-a-bit (reservist). I need my rest, its crazy, punching in numbers till my fingers are sore.

They should have something in the job description,
*Must be able to work in a super-fast working*
*able to take heavy sarcastism*
*able to withstand long unpredictable working hours*

*able to punch in numbers without looking at the keyboard at the speed of light*
Do gape in awe, im able to do it.. hah!

Welcome to Citibank's Item processing Unit.

Seriously, Im underpaid, and at the lowest of the corporate foodchain, rawwwwwwwwwwr...

Heck, im not complaining. Im just describing whats happening. I like working, I get OT, get to work with those crazy people there. Its fantastic. Sure, its no life, but you make your own life.

Back to rest-a-bit, I cannot pass my IPPT thats for sure. sucks... First high-key with the uncle Nsmen woohooo... I sure it would be interesting..



I have a stunning business idea.. Selling funky coaster with slogans on it.
If you dont know what is it, and dont use it, go get a life...
I need your money, please invest with me.

My work


Ok... maybe it need some improvements *wink*

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Reflections

I actually told jasline my passion was blogging. Thinking back, is it? I started blogging to unleash my angst and i had ALOT at that time. Perhaps i was a mimic, trying desperately to get her attention. She moved away from my life and so did i, even so, strands of her lingered, its not her, at least its people closest to her.

Hell, blogging is fun, and i shall continue blogging... even though my hits are low low low, its not important...

I hate life at Citibank, its monotonous and dreadful. You never know when you get to knock off.
I hate the bloody copier beside my space.
I hate the new 'Dictator'.
I hate sleep to work and work to sleep.

Counting my days... 2 more months

and YES i think of you all of the time.

The angst seems to be diminishing. Like a festering wound, healing partially. I pick at it, it rots.
Im oblivious to the pain. Somehow, it fuels my strive, changes me, weakening me. Glad to have my friends by me. Im indecisive, i need their advice, I bear everything to them.

When will i see that light.

Sarah Waters is a GENIUS... THE NIGHT WATCH... go read it. Everyone's inner demons are so well portray, heh mine are.

Good luck for your TP on friday.... :p