Most of you know, by now, that I will be starting my new job soon. Congrats to myself! Yes, I am finally getting myself out… after three years of foul shit and more foul shit.
In case you are as sotong as some of my frens, I am starting on 5 June. Some frens thought I was starting on 15, 22 or 29 May… well, I guess I can’t blame them, because they, too, can’t wait for me to get out of this place. All of them are so happy for me that I am finally moving on…
To be frank, it wasn’t exactly easy. I wasn’t able to sleep a wink in April… I know I told many people that it’s a long grandmother story and I’ll tell you guys some other time… Let me shed some light onto this now…
Until now, my boss still cannot comprehend the reason I am leaving. When I informed her of my intention to leave in April, she tried hard, **read: very hard** to help me see where and how I can grow, **read: be her slave**, in this company.
“I am training you to be a manager – of top-quality. Not everyone out there has this chance.”
“I appreciate that money is your motivation factor, and trust me, I have a full pot of money for you to earn.”
“If the problem lies with me, I’ll work on it. If you feel that we have a lot of friction and you are not able to handle it, let me know. I can bring one more person in to be the buffer between us.”
These are just some of the excuses she tried to make me change my mind. One thing that my colleagues and I agreed is that she is super eloquent, making you feel guilty, and making her problem your problem… My Client Services Manager just left for a plush job… and so, the whole client services team only left me and her… now u see why she is holding her dear life to me? But to cut to the chase, so, along the way, somehow, she succeeded in making me feel extremely guilty for leaving the already-sinking ship… she saw that my determination was wavering…
Of course, me, being my usual self, awoke to reality again, the moment I stepped out the meeting room, and I went cursing and swearing at myself for being such a wimp…
So, anyway, after much discussion and planning with my two managers, we decided that I would just tell her I am going to pursue my teaching dream – since the boss knows this dream of mine – and I was not going to miss this intake in July.
And so we thought that would be the end of the story… well, we were so so so wrong… she just didn’t let go… and the tug-of-war just continued when one fine day, I decided to just pass her my resignation letter. She threw a fit, screaming at me and banging her folders on the table – and said I was wasting her time! What the #Y*@&%$&*^)...
When she recovered later in the day, she came to me with a different tone, asking me if I can help her with one media event in Desaru in July. And said I couldn’t possibly do this to her… My last day was the day she will still be in the States… Being soft-hearted again, I told her I could not give her promise now and agreed to check my schedule… And so, the conversations continued again and I realised one day, she told the others that I’ve finally decided to stay! That was the last straw…
Anyway, I understood that part of this hoo-ha was due to my own lack of firmness, allowing her to lead me by the nose… She knew I was soft-hearted and she decided to play that card, and nearly won…
But well, I am glad it was finally confirmed that I am leaving… but well… like all the rest of my ex-colleagues, the notice period was hell… which will take me another blog entry… let you guys know soon…
But meanwhile, read this – the entry on “War has Begun” to get a glimpse of what is happening in this already-sinking ship.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
What is your Perfect Major?
You scored as Dance. You should be a Dance major! Like a lithe ballerina, you dance because you believe there is beauty in expressing the physical form.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
14 February - Cupid Day / Friendship Day!
Try to recall...
- Your 1st rose or bouquet of flowers and the 1st box of chocolates...
- Your plans -- including gifts exchange, Angel-mortal game, etc -- that you share with your classmates during your school days...
- Your 1st V-day with your partner...
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It's the day to share your love with your loved ones, your parents, your siblings, your frens and of course, your significant other.
Weird enough, as you grow older, Valentine's Day has become none other, but a super-duper commercialized day... and what's interesting is that almost all my frens are not spending this special day with their significant others!
For example,
- One is playing badminton with her colleagues
- One is going for a focus group discussion
- One is going home to watch TV programmes (no, her boyfriend will not be with her to watch the programmes...)
- One is meeting her other gal frens for dinner...
Regardless of who and how you are going to spend 14 February, here's wishing you a Happy Valentine's! **Muackz**
Mr Men and Little Misses - Part II
Little Miss Shy
Little Miss Shy didn't want me to tell you anything about her... Shhhh...
Little Miss Tidy
Bubbs' thots: Me, me, me! My workstation is tidy, my room is tidy, etc. , etc., but i think most gals are anyway... **giggles**
I'll stop here... For more Mr Men and Little Misses, visit www.mrsneeze.com.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Mr Men and Little Misses - What Are You?
Not sure if you have read Mr Men and Little Misses series when you were young. I did and absolutely love them... I even have Mr Happy and Little Miss Naughty sitting on my sofa bed now...
Below are a few characters... do you identify yourself with any one of them?
Little Miss Bossy
When Little Miss Bossy says jump, you jump! She can't stop ordering people around and shouting at them.
Bubb's thots: No prizes to those of you who guessed who I am thinking of now...
Little Miss Giggles
Little Miss Giggles can't stop giggling. In fact, she giggles so much that when she's around, everyone else starts too!
Bubbs' thots: Suddenly reminded me of what Blossom's ex used to say of me... he asked Blossom why I never seem to stop giggling... and it's irritating the hell out of him... hmmm.. do I?
Little Miss Late
To be continued...