It has been precisely a week long before I find the time to post something in my blog. I have written a little last few days in the office but I never got to finish what I wanted to say and finally, post it here. Unfortunately.
The week has been mused with work, good and bad work. In fact, more of bad work so much so that it left me with a bad taste yesterday just before I knock off to call it a week.
I had a tiff with the spinster who took over my previous portfolio (and yes, I am still not over it just yet and choose to bicker it here) when she adamantly wrote me an e-mail outright pointing her damn fingers at me for a piece of model she was not able to deliver accurately with the excuse that I 'advised' her with the wrong numbers / assumption per se.
Honest to God, I have not been that boiled up for quite awhile because the very last thing I would appreciate from a fucking bitch colleague is to point her fingers at me without going all out to check IF REALLY my advice was that wrong after all.
Of course, the bitch in me got the better of it and check from the horse's mouth himself and true enough, my advice was correct. It was either her workings or assumption that was not correct. Just to get back my satisfaction, I replied her e-mail that I wasn't wrong after all and that she ought to check what went wrong from her assumption, cc to her boss, the Pathetic J.
See what I mean? All is not required if and only, one takes some fucking effort to check with everyone else to get the true picture of things and don't fucking assume this corporate world has angels to be lapping on your butch looking feet that you'll be spoon fed.
Damn.
And to make matters worst, that Pathetic J called me in to clarify that "that wasn't what I meant" when I replied the mail to that bitch that I did not know my advice was wrong until yesterday when Pathetic J said it was wrong.
When I angrily gave my sense of worth, all that stupid Pathetic J did was mere nod of his head when I realised all he did was shut off not even listening to what I have got to say. He just wanted his stupid point to get across.
But what point? What does "that wasn't what I meant" mean when he said that the 2 years' back submission of the model was wrong. It was VERY CLEAR. So that was it that he did not mean?
Fuck shit people.
And so that was my bad taste.
Fiona also told me about that stupid Minah Tudung wanting to ask me something when we meet. Honest to God, that Minah Tudung is as stupid as it gets. Of course. How could she not when she thinks so highly of herself when she does not even know a single bit about me? So she thinks. What a fool.
And just because she viewed herself successful, she thinks she has the world under her brown feet. So she thinks. Fool.
And to begin with, she thinks this Ms Wii is going to attend those reunion just because Ms Wii has nothing better to do with life. Like her.
And she does think that Ms Wii would even be bothered to answer her, her whatever crap questions she has for me. To begin with, if she thinks she wants to do some justice to her extramarital affair, why don't she just send me a personal message through the phone since she has my numbers?
If her objective is to shun me about my lewd remarks on extra marital affairs, then she is all game for a losing battle. As I have said before, she's a fool. This issue is altogether a losing battle for her all the way across. And, of all the people in this world, please, don't pick a losing battle with Ms Wii. I'm so utterly heavy loaded with all ammunition I could have.
This harsh world has enough ludicrous and meanness imposed on me to always steer my ways. The corporate evilness has given me more than enough lessons to be wicked. It is whether I wish to be so. And as often as I say, my life is about choices. I choose not to.
But, if Minah Tudung thinks she wants to be funny, Ms Wii is all ready to whack the shits out of her. Even if it means, putting her to shame in front of whoever there is at that point of time.
But with all said, I am utterly amused AND fired up over people's shallow thoughts about me. As Pat and Fiona has reminded me, don't ever think she is that simple since it takes someone to be that successful selling mere insurance and investment stuff. Straight forward people don't just 'get there.'
They are right. And straight forward people also don't get to where I am (not to be boastful) today.
Enough said. I pity Sanjeev's naiveity, I pity Sanjeev's lust and I pity Sanjeev being the object of manipulation in the name of lust and love.
There, done. All irritation and pissed, out of its closet.
The coming week would be a long one before I can hang my heels, work shirts and pants up for a long week of break for the Chinese New Year.
Monday itself, I would be running thru' a series of long outstanding items and technical issues we currently have with Cards (which just as well tantamount to hanging ourselves if you ask me. But as usual, hanging one self does not mean problems will go away. It just means, unrested issues would linger on forever since death is permanent... oh, what ranting I got myself into now...). I however pray, Boss would be kind to us (which I doubt) so we can go thru the motion of regularizing our issues with focus and some peace in mind. Ehem-ehem.
Also, I may just join the girls in the office for their 'sau-kong fan'. And then the next day, I am obligated to attend a dinner with the wannabes for the bank. There we go, pretend-pretend-pretend. Such mock up. Such show. Such theatrical retreat.
Friday. My supposedly awesome day of the week. Would be now spending the whole day with IK over the Cards business. I may just excuse myself to some if there is a calling at any of my work end. But still, with one's name outright written boldly as the attendees, it is rude to be viewed absent.
Only then, by then, could I literally hang myself loose and call it a holiday... phew, what a journey.
By and large however, in between these lunacy, I have indeed managed to complete Delta of Venus with much words of review about it. My feelings are utterly mixed about Anais work. So I think I would lay my thoughts to rest first and eventually, when I am more settled with her, I would write a review. Haha... but I can't deny that she has indeed given me much notion for the continuation of Shanice. Somehow.
I'm off to The Historian now. Despite my plan to embark it during the CNY break, I for one, could not resist the urge to flip the pages since Irwan has suggested it as one of the best. As far as I got to page 30++ within this 1-2 days in between hair washes and waitings, I must say, it has elements of attraction like those unassuming stranger seating next to you in a cafe with brilliance shining from those 2 hazel brown eyes, a much to tell life.
With this, Catherine Millet who was supposedly to be the choice read had to now, take the side stage and wait. Also, erotica needs to take a break for now since I am just done with Delta of Venus. And therefore, I have 800++ pages to go before I am to gasp out in the serene waters to conclude with yet another review. We shall see... *wink*
Last but not least, we have gone to place an order for the Pam. Mine's a 48 or 282 or 199. We shall see who comes first. Italy or Sincere. Whoever first will get to do their business with me. I'm so looking forward to an additional member to the family *grin*
Alrighty, as therapeutic writing is to me, I still need to reluctantly end. I still want to write about 'affairs' of the heart because I am feeling such heavy words and sentences filling up my mind this very moment. Opinions and thoughts are gathering to form a topic of interesting ranting I should say, but till then, I have got card orders to attend to for now. Till then, then...
The week has been mused with work, good and bad work. In fact, more of bad work so much so that it left me with a bad taste yesterday just before I knock off to call it a week.
I had a tiff with the spinster who took over my previous portfolio (and yes, I am still not over it just yet and choose to bicker it here) when she adamantly wrote me an e-mail outright pointing her damn fingers at me for a piece of model she was not able to deliver accurately with the excuse that I 'advised' her with the wrong numbers / assumption per se.
Honest to God, I have not been that boiled up for quite awhile because the very last thing I would appreciate from a fucking bitch colleague is to point her fingers at me without going all out to check IF REALLY my advice was that wrong after all.
Of course, the bitch in me got the better of it and check from the horse's mouth himself and true enough, my advice was correct. It was either her workings or assumption that was not correct. Just to get back my satisfaction, I replied her e-mail that I wasn't wrong after all and that she ought to check what went wrong from her assumption, cc to her boss, the Pathetic J.
See what I mean? All is not required if and only, one takes some fucking effort to check with everyone else to get the true picture of things and don't fucking assume this corporate world has angels to be lapping on your butch looking feet that you'll be spoon fed.
Damn.
And to make matters worst, that Pathetic J called me in to clarify that "that wasn't what I meant" when I replied the mail to that bitch that I did not know my advice was wrong until yesterday when Pathetic J said it was wrong.
When I angrily gave my sense of worth, all that stupid Pathetic J did was mere nod of his head when I realised all he did was shut off not even listening to what I have got to say. He just wanted his stupid point to get across.
But what point? What does "that wasn't what I meant" mean when he said that the 2 years' back submission of the model was wrong. It was VERY CLEAR. So that was it that he did not mean?
Fuck shit people.
And so that was my bad taste.
Fiona also told me about that stupid Minah Tudung wanting to ask me something when we meet. Honest to God, that Minah Tudung is as stupid as it gets. Of course. How could she not when she thinks so highly of herself when she does not even know a single bit about me? So she thinks. What a fool.
And just because she viewed herself successful, she thinks she has the world under her brown feet. So she thinks. Fool.
And to begin with, she thinks this Ms Wii is going to attend those reunion just because Ms Wii has nothing better to do with life. Like her.
And she does think that Ms Wii would even be bothered to answer her, her whatever crap questions she has for me. To begin with, if she thinks she wants to do some justice to her extramarital affair, why don't she just send me a personal message through the phone since she has my numbers?
If her objective is to shun me about my lewd remarks on extra marital affairs, then she is all game for a losing battle. As I have said before, she's a fool. This issue is altogether a losing battle for her all the way across. And, of all the people in this world, please, don't pick a losing battle with Ms Wii. I'm so utterly heavy loaded with all ammunition I could have.
This harsh world has enough ludicrous and meanness imposed on me to always steer my ways. The corporate evilness has given me more than enough lessons to be wicked. It is whether I wish to be so. And as often as I say, my life is about choices. I choose not to.
But, if Minah Tudung thinks she wants to be funny, Ms Wii is all ready to whack the shits out of her. Even if it means, putting her to shame in front of whoever there is at that point of time.
But with all said, I am utterly amused AND fired up over people's shallow thoughts about me. As Pat and Fiona has reminded me, don't ever think she is that simple since it takes someone to be that successful selling mere insurance and investment stuff. Straight forward people don't just 'get there.'
They are right. And straight forward people also don't get to where I am (not to be boastful) today.
Enough said. I pity Sanjeev's naiveity, I pity Sanjeev's lust and I pity Sanjeev being the object of manipulation in the name of lust and love.
There, done. All irritation and pissed, out of its closet.
The coming week would be a long one before I can hang my heels, work shirts and pants up for a long week of break for the Chinese New Year.
Monday itself, I would be running thru' a series of long outstanding items and technical issues we currently have with Cards (which just as well tantamount to hanging ourselves if you ask me. But as usual, hanging one self does not mean problems will go away. It just means, unrested issues would linger on forever since death is permanent... oh, what ranting I got myself into now...). I however pray, Boss would be kind to us (which I doubt) so we can go thru the motion of regularizing our issues with focus and some peace in mind. Ehem-ehem.
Also, I may just join the girls in the office for their 'sau-kong fan'. And then the next day, I am obligated to attend a dinner with the wannabes for the bank. There we go, pretend-pretend-pretend. Such mock up. Such show. Such theatrical retreat.
Friday. My supposedly awesome day of the week. Would be now spending the whole day with IK over the Cards business. I may just excuse myself to some if there is a calling at any of my work end. But still, with one's name outright written boldly as the attendees, it is rude to be viewed absent.
Only then, by then, could I literally hang myself loose and call it a holiday... phew, what a journey.
By and large however, in between these lunacy, I have indeed managed to complete Delta of Venus with much words of review about it. My feelings are utterly mixed about Anais work. So I think I would lay my thoughts to rest first and eventually, when I am more settled with her, I would write a review. Haha... but I can't deny that she has indeed given me much notion for the continuation of Shanice. Somehow.
I'm off to The Historian now. Despite my plan to embark it during the CNY break, I for one, could not resist the urge to flip the pages since Irwan has suggested it as one of the best. As far as I got to page 30++ within this 1-2 days in between hair washes and waitings, I must say, it has elements of attraction like those unassuming stranger seating next to you in a cafe with brilliance shining from those 2 hazel brown eyes, a much to tell life.
With this, Catherine Millet who was supposedly to be the choice read had to now, take the side stage and wait. Also, erotica needs to take a break for now since I am just done with Delta of Venus. And therefore, I have 800++ pages to go before I am to gasp out in the serene waters to conclude with yet another review. We shall see... *wink*
Last but not least, we have gone to place an order for the Pam. Mine's a 48 or 282 or 199. We shall see who comes first. Italy or Sincere. Whoever first will get to do their business with me. I'm so looking forward to an additional member to the family *grin*
Alrighty, as therapeutic writing is to me, I still need to reluctantly end. I still want to write about 'affairs' of the heart because I am feeling such heavy words and sentences filling up my mind this very moment. Opinions and thoughts are gathering to form a topic of interesting ranting I should say, but till then, I have got card orders to attend to for now. Till then, then...
