[Not a good day...]
I almost used the words "bad day" in the title for this post. But thinking back, it wasn't that bad. I mean, it would have been worse...
Everything was fine and dandy at work today until my supervisor asked me to prepare a project update. Not a big deal, except for two things. I've never heard of the project and the meeting is on Thursday. Senior management will be there.
I managed to get out of it for now. I had time to study what was required and realised it really wasn't that big a deal. However, what was a big deal, was the fact that nobody told me I was supposed to takeover this project.
When I started at my previous job, I was given a good amount of hand-holding and guidance and that really helped me learn about the job. There was proper handing over and the roles and responsibilities were clear. Not so much now, at my current job.
I spent the day getting to know about the project I was supposed to be taking over. It wasn't too complicated. But anyway, I won't be presenting a project update this time round, so it doesn't matter.
I stayed late in office today. Well, not that late, since I left at 6pm. But taking into account that the official knock-off timing is 5:30pm and that it takes me a long time to reach home, 6pm is late. For me anyway.
The journey home was terrible today. It was raining, so I decided to take the MRT all the way instead of changing to a bus like I usually do. I stood the entire time and now my feet hurt. The journey took almost two hours instead of the usual one and a half.
I don't think I can accept this. Not if this happens everyday.
I am thinking of getting a car again. A 5-year old second-hand Lancer or Chevy costs about $30K. Seems reasonable. I always wanted to get a brand-new car...But circumstances change so I guess I should be flexible too.
I'm doing my math and it seems doable. Maybe this is something I can put it action sometime next year. There's a lot of research to be done. Other than driving, I don't really know much about cars. I certainly don't want to be taken for a ride by a second-hand car dealer.
You know how when you pay for something with a $50 note and the cashier would ask if you have something smaller? Give them a $10 notes and they would happily accept.
I just realised how illogical it is.
Let's say I'm buying something that costs $5. What difference does it make whether I pay with a $10 note or a $50 note? The cashier is usually happier if someone pays using a $10 note. The only difference, if someone pays using a $50 note, is that the cashier needs to refund an additional four pieces of $10 notes.
So in fact, that's the only difference - the four $10 notes.
What would the cashier do with the $10 notes? It's not as if he could cut the note into pieces and give it out as smaller change. It has only one purpose - to be given out as change when someone pays with a $50 note.
[What's the time?]
My sister bought this for me today:
I don't know why, but ever since I was a child, I have enjoyed looking at such devices. Maybe next time I can have a display cupboard filled with such devices.
[One month...]
I've been at my new job for a month now.
I am not as lost as before (obviously), but there's still a lot to learn. Most colleagues are nice, although there are some characters around. But that's okay. Let's play. We'll see who pranks who.
The commute is hell. I also have to walk a whole lot more than before. I walk so much that I am suffering from a muscle-ache in my right thigh right now. A muscle-ache from walking. That's a first for me.
I'm thinking of buying a second-hand car. I can get a 5-year old Chevy or a Lancer at about $30K. I could pay off $10K and spread the rest out over the rest of the car's life. That's about $300+ per month for the installments. Not too bad. First-hand cars are out of the question right now.
Tempted to make it happen. But I really shouldn't. Not right now, anyway. Should probably at least wait and get my confirmation letter first...
[Oops...]
This is a continuation of the previous post.
As it turns out, she only used the application once. For some reason, it keeps posting the result, over and over. One of her other friends have pointed it out.
[Nobody cares what your baby will look like...]
Recently I started visiting Facebook on a regular basis. It started during the break I had last month when I was waiting to start at my new workplace. I thought I should see what all the fuss was all about.
One of my friends has this thing that she shares...An app of some sort, titled, "What Your Baby Will Look Like".
I don't know how it works or if it is a setting issue on her part (or maybe mine?), but I keep seeing it among her updates. It's starting to get annoying.
I don't care what your future baby looks like. I don't think anybody does.
[Lazy Sunday...]
Went to Window by the Park for buffet lunch today with my family. This was my third time there. It was a pretty good deal because there is a 1-for-1 promotion going on if you pay with UOB cards. So it works out to be about $25 per person.
The spread today was slightly different from the one they had when I went there last month. But it was still pretty good, for the price anyway. We're so stuffed that nobody's thinking of having dinner tonight. I can't believe my mum ate so much. And I'm really surprised that she gave salmon sashimi a try.
I love the weather today. Cool and rainy. I wish the day would last forever.
I also wish I don't have to go to work tomorrow. At least there's a public holiday next week. I'm also looking forward to the planned drinking session after work on Tuesday.
[So sleepy...]
Sat behind this guy on the bus earlier:
He sat on the aisle seat and placed his bag on the window seat. He fell asleep a short after getting on the bus. He woke up when he dropped his iPhone, but other than that, he was a swaying dead-weight the entire time.
I don't know why he doesn't just change to the window seat and sleep in peace. I had the urge to push him off his seat so he would wake up and stop swaying about.
I was waiting at the void deck for the lift when I noticed something weird happening. The lift (there is only one, after the LUP) stopped at the sixth floor, then the fifth, then the fourth, and so on, until it reached the ground floor.
That cannot be right. I thought most likely someone's playing with the lift; hitting every single button for each floor as they are coming down.
And these are the people who are likely responsible. Fun for the kid, irritating for the rest of us.
[Paid companionship...]
I was walking along Orchard Road yesterday afternoon and someone passed me this flier...
I was crossing a street at the time so I did not take a very good look at it. The first thought I had was, why did this guy pass me a flier for a lingerie shop?
After crossing the street, I took a closer look and only then did I realise what the flier was for. I was surprised. This was the first time I received a flier of this category here. The last time I received something like this was in Vegas, and it was more like a newspaper or yellow-pages sort of thing when you get to see profiles and pictures of all these...lovely ladies.
[Don't count your chickens...]
Manchester United beat Wolves 2-1 earlier. It wasn't an easy match and Man United didn't look all that convincing.
What I found funny was Mick McCarthy's reactions. He got all excited and punched the air when one of his players made a tackle on Park (albeit, a very good tackle), then looked like he was going to throw up his lunch after Park scored the second goal.
I don't know why...But I thought that was hilarious. The only thing that could make it funnier was if a kid ran up to him, pointed at him, and laughed.
[New beginnings...]
The first week at my new workplace is over. It wasn't too bad. The colleagues are generally nice, although there is one person whom I think can be difficult at times. I just need to be more careful when it comes to dealing with her. My supervisor seems quite motherly...I don't think I will have any problems with her.
The office layout is quite different from my previous workplace. It takes some getting used to. From about ten colleagues to over fifty now. I won't deal with most of them on a regular basis, but it is still feel a bit overwhelming.
The only thing I have an issue with right now is the commute. It can be quite an ordeal. In the mornings, I need to make a total of four "mini-trips" to get to my office. There's a lot of walking involved as well, and I am usually sweating quite a bit by the time I reach my cubicle. I make three "mini-trips" in the evening to get home. The journey takes about 80 to 90 minutes each way. Hope I can get used to it soon.
The first few days were a pain. I lost my entire "support structure". Didn't know anybody, didn't have my things with me, didn't know where to find what I needed...Basically, all the rules and ways of working changed overnight. It was tough. And I missed my former colleagues.
Thank goodness Friday was a holiday. A short week was easier to deal with. I'll be on course for two days next week so it would be a short week of sorts as well. As for the week after next, Wednesday is a public holiday so I can take a breather in the middle of the week. Guess I should be thankful for small mercies.
Broken for now. :( If anyone knows of a good way to display tweets without using Twitter's awful looking widgets, please let me know. Preferably something that allows me to retrieve my tweets in plain-text format.
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