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A 26yr old female whose brain is powered by caffeine; without its main fuel source it has a working speed slower than that of a slug. That aside, she wishes she could grow a teeny weeny bit (read: a lot) taller and constantly whines about her weight. Enjoys devising novel ways to traumatise people with her bludders. Oh, and she is rather antisocial.
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2 weeks to be exact.
And wouldja believe if I say that I have absolutely nothing interesting to write at all, because nothing interesting had happened in these 2 weeks?
I think the sad part is that you guys would really believe it.
Sibeh sad, I know, but I can't help it that my occupation is a lab analyst, and not something fancy like a model or air stewardess or even a taitai.
Ahhh, taitais.
I think being a taitai is every gal's ultimate fantasy. Because taitais can while their time playing mahjong every afternoon and go shopping with their rich hubbys' platinum supp cards. OK, I know I sound damn shallow. But ultimately, I think the main reason I'd want to be a taitai is because I'd never have to worry about monetary issues anymore. Ever.
No more worries of paying my debts.
Of paying my bills.
Of planning for my future flats and kids' educations.
Of planning for my retirement.
Life'd be so great, wouldn't it?
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I went to watch The Banquet with Aihuat last Sat. The movie's not too bad, I guess; definitely much, much better than The Promise visually and plot-wise. Though throughout the movie we were annoyed by the constant chatterings of some auntie sitting at the back - she was continually asking her poor movie partner about why the characters in the movie did this and that. Argh. Totally spoiled everyone else's mood. Anyway, I think Huang Xiaoming looks handsome. But then again, that's probably because his character is much more manly than Daniel Wu's character, who's a complete wimp. (OK, I sound damn shallow again.)
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For some unfathomable reason, I seem to have an affinity with guys with BO - everyday, for the past two weeks, guys in dire need of a good bath with Dettol + Chlorox have been sitting next to me on the MRT.
For some reason, whenever these guys sit next to me, they'd give off this pungent smell that drives my olfactory senses into overdrive and sends me into a wave of giddiness and nausea. And their smell is so bloody potent that it'd wake me up if I were sleeping at that time.
And the best part is, they must always, ALWAYS sit upstream (of the air-con) of me. Which means that I get to enjoy an unlimited, uninterrupted flow of their manly scent.
Wahlaueh.
Now I'm praying fervently that I have a serious flu tomorow or something.
Argh.
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A. WHY I SHOULD PROBABLY QUIT MY JOB:
This notion struck me all of a sudden.
That I'm not cut out for my job.
I like my job, I really do. I like streaking the agar plates, I like looking at bacteria colonies and wonder why some appear pink and others appear yellow and why some stink like hell. I like the process of identifying unknown bacterial isolates - it makes me feel like a detective of some sort. Heck, I don't even mind digging shit out of sample containers on a regular basis.
It'd be absolutely wonderful if my job scope ends here. But hell, no.
I have to type test reports. I have to handle clients (i.e. the people who send samples for us to test), and I can only say some vets are in dire need of courtesy lessons. I have to write stupid WITS reports, and other stuff that are not related to my work.
And it's pretty hard for me to adapt to my lab because, well, I have zero experience in microbiology. My microbio knowledge is rudimentary at best, and the last time I've done microbiol work was during my first year in poly, which was eons ago.
What's worse is that most of my so-called subordinates are about the age of my mum and I'm supposed to 'supervise' them. How am I supposed to supervise them when they have started working in my lab while I was still going goo-goo-ga-ga-ing and crawling around in diapers? I still can't even identify a bacteria just by looking at its colony, for goodness' sake.
The worst part is that I know that my boss has high expectations of me, and I'm afraid I'll disappoint her. I know I will, eventually. Because I know my limits. I'm lazy, unmotivated, in a perpetual state of ennui, and dumb. I can't communicate well, and I stammer when I have to do presentations or talk to a group of more than 2 people. I guess I can't do much except to try my best and not get depressed, huh.
I'm feeling pissed with myself now. Great.
B. WHY I'LL NEVER GET PROMOTED:
I overheard my division head talking to another colleague of mine, on the importance of bootlicking to improve one's career prospects and therefore, get promoted.
I guess that's a pretty sad thing in itself - that one has to resort to bootlicking his/her superior in order to get promoted. I've always thought that promotions should be carried out on the basis of one's merits and abilities in work, and as a result of one's bootlicking skills.
Obviously I'm very naive, huh.
Now I'm curious to know if everyone in the top management got to their present positions by virtue of their working abilities, or through bootlicking. Hmm.
Anyway, on hearing my division head's statement, it suddenly became pretty apparent to me - that I'm unlikely to ever get promoted. I have absolutely no idea how to bootlick another person. Somehow, I can't bring myself to curry favour with my boss because I've always felt that it's degrading. And then I look around and I see this particular person chatting happily with the division head even though she insists that she hates talking to him - well, I guess she'll be promoted soon. Much faster than me, at any rate.
I guess my career prospect's half-screwed, huh.
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