Category: Ranting Is a Right

Bastard at work.

One of my more senior colleagues is an asshole. He is short, fat, kinda ugly and speaks with a lisp. Ah, men who overcompensate. Everyone in the office hates him and calls him names behind his back.

He reduced me to tears last Friday. I didnā€™t even do anything wrong. He misunderstood me, made a loud scene in the office and tried to turn the whole office against me (unsuccessful). Basically, he was bent on making my life a living hell. Fortunately itā€™s Friday and Iā€™d got two days to recover from the trauma.

Got to give myself a pat on the back though. While he was barking passionately, I was quite close to requesting that he sucks his motherā€™s wilted nipples. But I didnā€™t. I cried, yes I cried. But I kept the colourful language to myself and I even made peace with him when everyone has left for lunch. I handled it like an adult while he had only confirmed the whole companyā€™s suspicion- that heā€™s a fucking dog.

Oh well, appraisalā€™s around the corner and Iā€™m rubbing my hands together in glee.

;)

Office politics.

In the first week, everyone was civil and polite to each other. The niceness managed to survive through second week and everyone was convinced that it would remain so. By the third week, Iā€™ve already had 3 different parties approaching me as their potential ally. Ladies and gentlemen, the curtain has been officially unveiled.

Le office politics. Seductive and tempting as it is, so not my cup of tea. Itā€™s not easy to be a neutral party. After listening to a variety of stories about one incident by so many different people, my mind has become so saturated that all I could do was muttering half-hearted responses that snobbish old me would normally scoff at. Itā€™s so exhausting this neutrality business, sometimes I would even contemplate turning ā€œneutralityā€ into another battling camp. Office politics so what, lets join the game!

Little kids trapped in hairy, adult bodies battling it out with underhanded tactics and imaginary scandals. Tell me what is more fun to watch? Everything stares back at you in its truest form. Thatā€™s the prestige of being a fencesitter. So true, so raw and so ugly that you canā€™t help but to take multiple looks at yourself in the mirror to check and confirm that you have not transformed into one of them. Surely it must be tiring to be constantly dissatisfied with your colleagues, but isnā€™t it more tiring trying not to be dissatisfied with them?

Are you lost yet at this point? Because I am.

But I fear nothing now, I have found another peace of mind in the form of thisā€¦.

450 gm of strawberry goodness.

Filled to the brim too, mind you.

Bet you didnā€™t know I have an obsession with Hello Panda.

My parents bought a webcam and microphone so that they could chat with me and I didnā€™t even ask them to! I want to cry, again :(

Traumatised lahā€¦.and some update.

HORRIBLE PICTURES. Iā€™M TRAUMATISED LIKE SHIT.

Why the hell did they choose the most unnatural looking poses ever?

Claim to fame because of that? ROTFLOL. Please. OMG, please!!!!

What about the part where I explained why I blog? That Iā€™m an armchair pundit and my blog is a means for me to write my stories and pseudo political argument? Sighā€¦.afterall is my 5 mins of fame, whatā€™s there to complain? Right?

++++

My new apartment is damn on. I have 6 floor to ceiling mirror panels as doors to my walk-in closet. Yes, I have a bloody walk-in closet. Cry now, girlsā€¦

I havenā€™t gotten a bed yet though, so Iā€™m currently using strategically arranged sofa cushions as a mattress. But yeah, the mirrors more than made up for the lack of bed.

Have. To. Get. A. Bed.

My housemate is a riot. Weā€™re getting on really well and Iā€™m already burping in his presence. Currently blogging from his laptop as Iā€™m still wondering whether to get a pc, laptop or use my old but reliable computer.

Things are getting better now, Iā€™m not as homesick (cried my eyeballs out the 1st few nights) and work is certainly interesting. Yes I had uncertainties but things are just ironing themselves out. Iā€™m glad I got this job.

So some may I ask where I am? Iā€™m sorry, I canā€™t tell. Those who know, please, please, please do refrain from mentioning the place or my job in this blog or anywhere on the Internet. This is for both professional and personal reasons, Iā€™m sure you understand my situation.

Anyway, got to run. Will not update as often as I like, but Iā€™ll try.