i was happily on facebook at about midnight, surfing around as usual...when *bam!*, everything shot straight to "error while loading page from...". nevermind. i decided to go to sleep.
i woke up this morning with aches all over my body from yesterday's bruising football game...so i decided to take half day leave to sleep it off. no sooner had i put down the phone to inform my boss, a customer calls...and then another 10 minutes later...and then yet one more phone call 2 hours into my morning slumber. nevermind. i decided to wake up.
after washing up, i excitedly turned on my computer...i had dreamt that gerrard scored one, and mascherano the other in a 2-0 victory for the reds. so i checked livescore.com first...then soccernet.com just to double check...and then liverpoolfc.tv to confirm. i think my neighbours nearly called the police after hearing my scream. nevermind. i decided to get ready for my job interview.
i put on my lucky ck tie, my clinique happy cologne, brought along all the documents requested, and arrived at the venue 15 minutes early...common courtesy. so anyway, i waited...and waited...and waited for 45 long minutes...before the receptionist suddenly remembered that i had to fill in some admin forms. great!
and then, as positive as i was about this interview, you can imagine my ecstasy when the hr girl asked me why i didn't bring my original degree scroll "for confirmation". wow...red tape at the starting line already. i patiently (and politely) answered that i would bring it the next time, if i actually do join.
so...almost 1 hour after the scheduled time, a lady in her early-30's waltzes in, shakes my hand with absolutely no authority, and proceeds to quiz me on how much i know about their company. come on...grow up already. i'm not a fresh grad waiting to grab at any job that feeds the hamsters at home. in my opinion, an interview at my stage should be a sharing of ideas and concepts...about whether i fit the organisation, and whether the organisation fits me.
30 minutes later, i still had no clue what the job scope was for the position that they were interviewing me for. add that together with a bad cup of coffee from their machine, and you have a complete waste of time. not to mention the $4.12 parking fee at their cramped carpark with only one exit and a faulty cashcard reader.
needless to say, i will politely decline a second interview...that is, if they mistakenly perceive that i'm somehow still interested in the job. nevermind. i decided to go back to the office.
"hey! wanna go for a stick?!" asked the irritating 'social-smoker' colleague who never has a stick of his own, and thinks it's ok to sponge off moby thrice a day.
"nah...i'm busy now." says moby.
"oh ok...why? what you doing?" asked the irritant *peeps over moby's shoulder to see the screen*
"work lah." says moby...sounding irritated.
"your numbers how?? can meet target or not? how, how?"
*blank stare back from moby that screamed a million "wtf you want?!"*
"haha...relax lah!" *proceeds to irritatingly massage moby's shoulders with much vigour*
"eh, i need to go to the toilet." *walks off...goes for a smoke outside...alone*
nevermind. i go home.
dinner time. after the long day, i decided to treat myself to a pork rib king rice with egg (排骨王饭加蛋). while waiting for them to prepare the food, i trotted over to the indian stall and bought a bag of papadums for a snack. then before going over to 7-11 just behind the food centre to buy a drink, i decided to leave the chips with the auntie...
"eh auntie ah, i leave this here first hor." *puts bag of papadums on auntie's shelf*
*5 minutes later...*
"eh auntie ah, where're the chips ah?"
"huh? they were there what..."
i accepted my fate, slowly walked over to the indian stall, and resignedly asked for another bag of papadums...
nevermind. it's another day tomorrow...
(p.s. - happy birthday finicky feline...*snort*)