Sunday, December 28, 2008
Working Spree
The reason why I appreciated this christmas would be the resting time it gave me or else I would have work for 7 days. Yes, I worked for 6 days this week. I almost died!
Fri was 8 hours of typing
Sat was 7 hours of printing
Sun was 7 hours for smsing
By the end of another week, either my nails will break, hands become numbed or my legs paralysed. Worse of all, my ear drums may stop vibrating. No wonder pple say authors can't keep their nails long. Sob, my poor nail almost turned into fragments if I didn't apply the nail treatment sample in The Body Shop.
Now, why the ears will suffer? I know what JY is thinking but she is completely wrong! I did hear my employer's 'teaching' for at least 4 days, but they are for another assistant.
I wouldn't mind if she refuses to follow the system, creats problems for other assistants or call the wrong person, print unnecessary papers, write wrong infomation as long as we are on different lines. But when her mistakes affects mine, even I'm extremely flared up, I can't scold her or do anything to vent my frustrations. Unlike my boss or his wife, who had been lecturing her again and again until I can summarise all her mistakes, the best I can do s to search through the stacks of files to re confirm the students' particulars.
Look, that was not my job. I am a typist, not a photocopier or printing machine. Then helped in printing coz the boss said it's more urgent. Fine I do. Today, another girl took leave, so I had to sms all the parents to inform them the starting date and time of their child or children's course on her behalf.
It wasn't a difficult job if those parents pay the fees on time or if that 'lady' can remember if they are our existing students (payment is diffenent bet existing and new students). But since I can't depend on her memory, I have to look for the info myself, then check the course fee, and if their balance amount include deposit and registration fee, then tell them when and how to payment.
Surprisingly, when I almost complete the task, one parent replied saying that her child is supposed to attend the Maths Olympiad class, not the GEP class. I stunned.
I thought I sent wrongly. The boss went out, his assistant left early. The other teacher had no idea about it.
Gosh! A deep trouble it seemed. But I didn't make a mistake. Her child's name is in the GEP list, not in the MO list. Either the parent signed up the wrong course of he changed his mind.
weLL, I just have to write a note there. Let my boss talk to her, it's none of my business anyway.(that's my boss's instruction after he returned to the centre)
Whoop! Goin to continue working next week which is 2mr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I rather stand for another 8 hours than letting my nails suffer.
I gotta finish what the other typist didn't. I hate her. I hate her. I seriously hate her!
It's like retribution. Maybe it's my fault for not telling her the standard format set by the 'senior' typist, but why, why am I the one who correct it?
Argh! It's not fair.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wonder if my boss will be present 2mr. Since he handed me the key, he may take a rest or come only in the afternoon. My stack of papers is almost done with some untyped answers. It would be good if my next task is photocopying notes.
Both tasks, typing and photocopying, aren't that easy. At least to me, one hurts my eyes and the other, my hands and legs. As we know, not all students keep their files or notes neatly and orderly. Crumped edges and jamming were frequent when I didn't handle them properly. And now after several attempts, I felt as though I can communicate with the machine. Jamming, out of paper, done printing, I can differentiate their tone. Once, I let out a sudden scream when I heard a paper jammed, my colleague thought I was mad -.-'
Let's hope there won't be anymore typo errors or the tutors will be mad at me!
Gonna sleep now.
Square often says nightmares occur without fail if he saw me in his dreams.
But I doubt if he'll ever dream of me.
If he does, then i dun mind him having nightmares every other night!
Hahs, resisting the temptation of greed isn't a skill I possess.
Good night
JingTuesday, December 23, 2008
A million thanks to all those who care about me.
Jiayi: Thanks for enduring my perhaps overbearing actions and lameness for the past years. You have been a wonderful and unreplaceable friend. I believe no one else can stand me as long as u do. Thx for laughing when my jokes aren't that funny. Thx for ur almost ineffective support when I had dispute with Erica. Thx for coming to the Nutcrackers so that I don't have to face them alone. Plus, you must wear the bracelet when we hang out next time, k?
Vns: I'm really proud to be ur friend, not for ur first in standard results nor the lovely face u've got, but for ur admirable courage to speak ur mind. How u approached that matter thoroughly impressed me and due to that, I promised myself if I meet the second square, I'll not hold back. Most of my friends are good listeners. I think that was the reason they are my friends coz I have a disobedient mouth.
Tommy: Haiz, I dunno what to say. U always win me in conversation no matter how hard I tried to outtalk u. It's pleased enough to have pple as tall as u to see me. Hahas! Get serious, sometimes u gave me very constructie advice that keeps me to my route when my endless thoughts make my initial goals go awry. Somehow, u always give motivations and ideas when I'm lost in the mist of greed and guilt.
Anyway, I have gotten much better since my job requires me to focus or more typo errors and wasted papers would appear. Tmr's christmas eve shall be my final medicine. Bought many gifts this afternoon for those people whom I never want to smile to (If u're not aware, I usually don't smile at all after I reach home).
Square bought me a christmas gift. I bought him one too. Same kind, same price, same place, same time. Aha! Don't get it? We chose the gifts together 10 hours ago. He is still attractie as usual even with nondescript outfit. His supposingly new hairstyle undoubtly raised his charm. Acted as though he was trapped throughout the period but that was presumed since he hate shopping and I purposely visited almost all the shops there. Haiz, he must be extremely annoyed then but that might be the last chance b4 JC enrolment or even b4 he gets a gf.
I was anticipating the 6I (pri sch class) chalet, hopng of his presence so we'll meet again. But when he finally agreed to go I was unknowingly stunned and I abruptly dun feel like going at all.
Surprisingly(to me), I replied to wenhui 2 days ago via e-mail. There's no response till now. I supposed my words may be a little harsh though I tried my best to explain my boiling(exaggerrating) sensation indirectly.
I think that's about it for today. Must go to rest now or I shall risk being sacked.
JingSunday, December 21, 2008
Before this morning, I had so much to write about my work and encounter with the new staff from Emit Asia, about yesterday's Nutcracker, its ballet dancers, the plot, the chorography, their incredible toes and heart-warming smiles...
Get back to this morning, I can't review the events properly coz it was messy and heart breaking.. Yup I quarrelled with her again and felt surprised now when the cause of it s my most beloved sibling.
I wrote something like this in my diary:
Where was she when i got my PSLE results? Where was she when I reported to Mayflower? Where was she when I bought the uniforms of wrong size?
Fine, I disappointed her. So I looked for secondary sch myself. I carried all the textbooks home on my own. I went to my neighbours when confused of the terms in the forms. I did them all by my own and I was proud. I believed at that time no one else can accomplished what I did.
And now, when he get his results, she is here. Good, she brought him to the school, bought uniforms with him, carried the books for him. That was what a mum should do right?
Then, when she chats on the phone, when asked how's his son's result, she said, " Very good , he got into Hwa Chong!" When asked what school her daughter went. She answered, "Not good, coz her results are bad."
I have never thought MF is lousy till it came out from her mouth. At least the school regconised me. At least its pple proved my existence. At least one of those teachers might feel proud of me even if I didn't do anything great.
Nvm, I'm still proud of myself. If she dies tmr, I can still survive, but he'll die as well. What's the point of getting to the top sch when he can't even fill in a simple form, when he dun even know how to take a bus there, when he dun have a ez-link card and not knowing how to apple for one? he was just lucky to be in the right pri sch which trained him well.
Jia Yi, u were right. I'm a deprived child.Saturday, December 6, 2008
There isn't title coz i can't think of one.
Spent everyday like normal days and that's boring.
Want to know how's my work? Haha, i never wanted to talk about it. My employer opens an educational centre and he hired me to be his 'assitant'. It sounded cool before i started working. But the process isn't as cool. Basically, I have report to him every morning and he'll pass to me a file of notes or should I say worksheets. He always keeps them in a locked cupboard and only he has the key. So my job is to type anything that is written on the worksheets and make sure no one else sees it(so secretive).
My first task was to type out an aptitude test o 36 pages, second one was also an aptitude test of 64 pages and the third one which is also the current one, was a general ability test of 84 pages.
I spent six days on the first task(coz each pg has 2 columns), three days on the 2nd one and until now I haven complete the thrid one. Quite embarrassed to say it but the
current one is really very troublesome with lots of diagrams and pictures which took me hours to draw and find. I thought I can go blind anytime by staring at those details.
Initially I was the only one typing in a very squeezy room with several tables, 2 computers, a cupboard, many files and books. So when my employer used the com besides mine, i became wide awake as i often doze off in the afternoon(for a few seconds only lah!). Then once in a while the not bad looking teacher wld use that com or sit on that table to prepare the worksheet answers. He seemed very focused on his work, too focused to realise what i was doin. Wahaha..I glanced at him many times(dun laugh). It was moments of bliss.
After the first week another girl came, hired to typed as well. But I think she was asked not to come anymore( not sure if she's sacked). She typed much faster than me and i thought my job would be threatened. But that was not after my employer discovered her smoking habit.
On the third week(this week), another girl came in with her sis who does tele-marketing. Both sisters adapt their job very fast and the younger one who is of my age is good at those diagrams(though i think i'm still better). Somehow they dun seem to threaten me coz we get along well. As long as my 'kind' employer stop letting more people trying out what i'm doin, i should be able to keep the job till next year.
The maid went back Indonesia for holidays then now i have to handle my own laundry and help out in the housework and shower my sis. I should start trainng her how to shower properly now since she is old enough. My panda brother learnt how to shower(plus washing his hair) at the age of four. Smart right. Dun i deserve some compliments? Haha, u won't want to know how i trained him.
haiz..It's shower time! my sis is urging me.
Say cheese
Jing
