I’d spent almost all my waking hrs today looking at job postings on the net (see, I can’t get away from my PC even on a holiday!)… erm, well, except for the few hrs when I was watching Oprah and Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (those Indian actresses are just too gorgeous!), hehe…

But anyway, back to the job postings… I was going from page to page to page of job postings on Jobstreet.com and JobsBD.com and everything looked soooooooo boring!!! Account Manager, Marketing Executive, Customer Service Agent, Software Engineer, Developer, Application Consultant… man, I was bored to tears! But I had to keep looking so I did lar…

Then I came across an interesting post… Dating Consultant Trainee! Now THAT sounded interesting! Imagine, u’re a matchmaker for all those busy ppl out there who’re busy working and working and working to have a life to call their own, let alone to meet ppl and get into a serious relationship. Now, how interesting is that??????? ;o)

Did I apply for it? Erm… no lar. It’s a trainee position… the pay’s gonna be peanuts. And I can’t afford to earn peanuts right now. I’ll sleep on it and see if it’s worth it.

But out of all those hundreds of posting I went thru, this was the ONLY one that caught my attention.

Haisshh… “where are all the funky jobs?!” sung to “Where have all the flowers gone” by Pete Seeger… sorry lar, “funky jobs” was all I could come up with to match the song at this time of the nite… o_O

NO, my life is not my work (unless, from some sheer luck, my dream came true and I’m able to build and run my own animal sanctuary).

NO, work does not always come first. It comes first during work hours and almost always the following few hours after work but thank you, I have a life to which I would like to return to at a reasonable time every day.

My former boss had told me before, she used to expect her staff to stay late and complete their work by hook or by crook coz her reasoning was “If I can do it, so can you.” And it was true, during the critical periods where we had to stay till the wee hours of the morning to complete our testing, and when we had to work in shifts to get the testing done, she was there throughout the entire time. And she with 2 kids and a hubby, no less.

But recently, she shared that she has now changed and come to accept that her staff have lives of their own and no longer expect them to work their butts off to get something done coz “work will always be there.”

When I was working in the States, the latest I’d worked was until 9.30pm, and that was only for one day. Throughout my 1 year with that company, I’d only had to work late ONE day. By 6pm, the building is almost deserted. Ppl leave their work, finished or unfinished, to go home to their families and loved ones. If something was not completed today (unintentionally, of course), they would understand and not give u a hard time for not completing it. Maybe it was coz the place where I was living in at that time was in the outskirts of the city and not in downtown proper. But still… it was a pleasant experience.

Imagine the culture shock when I returned to M’sia!

Had lunch with a GM once and he remarked “Here, if you come in to work early and leave work late, it’s expected of you and no one will notice. But man, if u ever leave early, every pair of eyes will be fixed on ur back when u leave the office.”

See, life is short. There’re so many things that each of us wishes to accomplish in our lives and those who have career as a priority, by all means, go ahead and reach for the stars. Career ambitions are great, for some. But there are also others who appreciate other things in life aside from work. As with all other things, there’s got to be a balance and equilibrium somewhere.

I, for one, do not wish to work like a dog and waking up one day, a wrinkly 40-year-old with stress lines all over my face, asking myself “Wat the hell have I been doing with my life all these years???”

*DEEP BREATH*

I have 286 more days.

I must hang in there and not explode.

Mantra to self:
There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me. There are other ppl worse off than me.

But but…

I DUNNO HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN STAND!!! *WAIL!*

New Sutra members! There’s Bujang, Maya, Bisu/Biju (can’t remember which it is, but it’s the white one’s name)… and one more I can’t, for the life of me, remember wat’s his/her name. But they are sooooooo cute!!!!!

He lasted about 15 mins in the same room with those ppl… before he took off…

HAHA!!!

Can u ppl just stop bugging me about THAT?????

I’m sick of being told “Oh, s/he is like that one lar. U should know wat and be the bigger person to make the first move.” For years. Fed up already. Just coz someone is a certain way, doesn’t mean it’s right and it doesn’t mean I have to put up with it any longer. Why dun u all go and pick on the other person instead?

Some ppl will just have to accept the fact that some of their actions WILL result in negative consequences sooner or later (good Lord! really?!) and learn/work to make things right.

Until then, I’m minding my own business.

Have a good life.

Yes!!! It really was!!!! It rained INSIDE my office on Friday evening. From the 7th floor downwards.

See, it was raining cats and dogs on Friday evening. I was just passing by the pantry area when I heard loud rainfall noises and I remarked jokingly to my colleague “Eh, so loud, sounds like it’s raining inside here” Then we took a better look into the pantry area and…..

WATER WAS FLOWING OUT IN HEAVY WATERFALL-LIKE STREAMS FROM THE LIGHT OUTLETS!!!

We were all stunned for a moment coz we just stood there and didn’t move. Then we all ran helter-skelter, The Boss was shrieking “It’s flooding! It’s flooding!” and ppl started moving the couches and other stuff away from the affected area.

But our photocopier and shredder (basically, everything in the utility room) were destroyed coz the water just poured from the light outlets from the pantry all the way to the utility room (they were all in one straight row).

First thing that came to my mind was “Eh, our basement car park floods one or not?” I asked a colleague. He said YES. I went “Oh shit, my car’s basement 5! (lowest level).” So I rushed down to the lobby, and ran straight into the cleaners trying to remove all the water from the leaky ceiling. Then, I found out that the elevators to the basement were out. So I had to walk down 5 floors to check on my car. Thank gawd it wasn’t flooded. Moved my car to Level 4. Walked back up to the lobby and went back to 6th floor.

They were making makeshift barricades using piles of A4-sized forms to stop the water from spreading to the entire floor and had moved all the CPUs up to our desks and switched off the main power.

I was in the middle of revising some Powerpoint slides for today’s training and obviously, I couldn’t continue. But see, all the files were stored in my PC!!! And I needed them TODAY! So, I went up to the 14th floor and went to each of the trainers involved and got them to save their slides onto my thumbdrive.

In the middle of doing this, a siren was sounded thru the PA system and the announcement went something like “An emergency has been reported. Please go to the nearest stairwell and evacuate the building . Do not use the elevators.”

I was like, “What??!!!! But we’re on the freaking 14th floor!!!!” So anyway, like typical Malaysians, there was some dilly-dallying (“Eh, really must go down ah?”) and then I walked down from the 14th floor all the way to my floor (6th). More dilly-dallying (apparently, the ppl on the 6th floor didn’t get the announcement so they didn’t know they had to evacuate), last minute packing up and we were finally out at the lobby.

They wanted to go get a drink at the mamak, but I wanted to put my bags in the car first. Had to walk down again the 4 floors to my car. Managed to get it parked up at Level 3. Walked up another 3 flights of stairs to the lobby.

And ended up with a headache from all the walking up and down the many many stairs! (

I think, in total, I’d walked (both up and down):

5 + 4 + 8 + 6 + 4 + 3 + 3 = 33 FLOORS!!!!! (WAAAAAAA!) :-O

*I think the problem was some piping problem that originated from the 7th floor, which literally cascaded downwards to the floors below.

Time to walk it alone.

Must not be dependent on anyone, thus decreasing vulnerability.

Chin up. Walk tall. Show everyone that I’m the happiest person in the entire world.



This is a cute video.

I luv drawing pics and diagrams with Visio, hehe *goofy grin*