Monthly Archives: November 2007

Status: MWDeepavali (先輩達と会計士は優しいけど)

Aah, another interim job… … I’m not going to oekaki for a week.

 When I saw the name and the address of the client, I felt nothing more than a healthy rush of trepidation. It’s called MWDeepavali and is located in the bustling industrial area of Senoko, where the Yakult factory is. 

But things aren’t as bad as I thought it would be.

My sempai is human as she starts booking taxis at 8.30pm and in the mornings, would pick me up from my house. I never felt so stressed in my life when she wanted to help me do TODs so she can go home and review the work…(review her own work…?)
My sempai is generous as she bought a box of kuehs from THAT ondeh-tapioca-durian crepe(drool) stall in Amoy food centre for us!!! Omigawd. Now I feel more stressed. It’s all my conscience’s fault.
My assistant sempai has the same name as me and I guess we share the same thoughts when it comes to career. That is, career takes a backseat when it comes to quality of living. Health is priority man! She proposed we should migrate to Australia and slack as auditors there.

The accountant is a wonderful lady who chats with us and always answers our tedious, dumb questions with a smile. The ubiquitous response from most accountants would be the sweetest frown they could ever muster.
Then there’s her accounts assistant Muddy, whose skin color is as dark as his name. But his ID states his designation as ‘Construction worker’. He’s a nice guy who gives me the P.O.(purchase orders) file when I ask for Payroll file.

And when I dug through the payroll documents. I realised all the workers (save for the accountant and the management) in MWDeepavali are APNN and they live in the dormitory just beside the building.
Man, my karma smells like coconut oil. Miss 1wRong will definitely laugh.

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Status: Rebonded (幹部の監査役から逃げた)

From hay to hair~ for only $110.

 

Remember the senior whom I mentioned in an entry somewhere?

Well, Mrs Milthorpe and I spent the last 3 weeks on the run, hiding out at every level of the office, from the general pantry to the dusty backroom of the filing dept. Mrs Milthorpe (God bless this good woman, she’s in Christchurch now) was constantly hounded by this senior and made to do ad hoc jobs.
Everything is ad hoc when this senior is concerned.
To make things worse, he had our mobile numbers, so just imagine the fright we get whenever one of our mobiles start to ring. And he calls EVERYDAY. Even when he fully well knows that we were assigned to other jobs.

Know how it feels like to be stalked? Mrs Milthorpe and I were ensconced on the 5th floor while that senior is bound to his desk in the ground level. We were doing our stuff when we heard :”Hey guys, I need you to help me with something.”

CHEEBYE.

I can’t believe he came all the way up with reports in tow! Either he’s psychic or he searched every goddamn floor before finding us huddled in the top floor. Now I know how the Jews felt while hiding from the Gestapo.

His tenacity and thick skin amazes me. In another incident, while waiting for the lifts at the top floor, I detected a faint odor behind me. Mrs Milthorpe kept on talking to me and I soon realised why.
From the corner of my eye, I could see the senior waiting to strike.
The lift doors opened and the senior said “Chaarrge!”.
Yeah, go ahead, please.
Mrs Milthorpe and I turned to the other lift after seeing him squeeze himself snugly into the human mass. As we stepped into the lift, we heard him say “Excuse me!” as he left the lift he was in and bounded towards us.

Fuck.”, Mrs Milthorpe muttered under her breath.

I was stunned. Not really by what the senior did, but hearing the F-word pass through Mrs Milthorpe’s lips. And she’s the one who’s been chastising me against using my favourite hokkien version of ‘cunt’. I thought I had heard the worst from her, from ‘idiot’ in day one and subsequently, it became ‘idiotic bastard’.

So there. From these small incidents, one can sort of understand why I had to do what I did this Monday.

This Monday, while sitting at the general pantry on the 2nd floor, the senior came to ask Mrs Milthorpe if she would help him out with an assignment which begins right after lunch(ad hoc as usual).
 Naturally, Mrs Milthorpe can’t because she’s leaving the company on Wednesday so she could join her husband at Christchurch on Thursday.
So he turned to me and tried to sell me this “fun but complex” Franztel assignment.

I declined with very good reasons. Next week I will begin a long, hard engagement(jeez, sounds obscene) at an industrial area right next to the Johore Straits and there’s no way I can commit to this ad hoc assignment. Crestfallen, he thanked us and left.

Mrs Milthorpe and I decided to check out our schedules just 10 mins before lunch. I clicked on the button and I felt a pail of piss rain down on me.

Monday-Wed: Franztel

FAAAARRRRKKKKK!!!!!!

I could taste piss in my mouth. And Mrs Milthorpe pointed out the senior assistant who just got assigned to Franztel was someone she had been complaining to about the senior. 

I took leave for the rest of the day. Went to a salon nearby and rebonded my hair. I made a reservation for Mrs Milthorpe so she could have her hair rebonded in the evening after work. Last I heard, the senior assistant suddenly came down with high fever in the same afternoon and took medical leave on Tuesday.

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BL OD (BLマンが買いすぎ!)

(Saya & Hagi. Nothing to do with this post though… perhaps Hagi’s bare chest?)

Aaaaaaargh. I’m quite broke now. There’s a gaping hole in my debit card.

I spent over $100 on comic anthologies (which I regretted cos the art is below my expectations) hoping to find a yummy one-shot by a prolific manga artist. Like my favourite, Ogasawara Uki 小笠原宇紀 (尊敬) or Inariya Fusanosuke 稲荷屋房之介(好き).

 

Now there’s too many BL manga to study. Study? Yes, ‘study’ because it’s a great way to learn how to draw human (male) anatomy.  From the head to the muscular structure of the torso and limbs to the *cough cough* which I don’t have.

And I’m so disappointed I won’t be learning much on that with this pile. Maybe on character design and settings…(Teacher x student, Boss x Subordinate etc)

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