I'm usually very calm, though I may just whine and cry out loud for a while. But this time, I am utterly disappointed and furious with our country's transportation system.
I have reasons to suspect that there is a conspiracy around the recent hike in taxi fare. Trains breakdown after what seems like a few decades, buses take forever to come despite estimated frequencies were openly placed on boards. All these easily contribute to public's distrust for trains & buses, and they opt for the safer form of transportation - taxis.
Then it seems so ever timely for a hike in taxi fares during the busiest time of a day, peak hours. People working in corporate organisations who "die-die" have to comply with the official start time, will have no choice but to part with their money to get to work on time. Just like me, who has responsibility to be at work at 9am on most days, are paying ridiculous amount of money on taxi rides. Even so, it doesn't guarantee I wouldn't get in late!
I am writing this on a taxi, stuck in non-moving traffic; barely halfway into the journey to work and just 10 mins away from my official start time. All these because of a SMRT feeder bus which failed to come after 30mins..
Monday, January 16, 2012
Spring cleaning
I was woken up by my incredibly annoying mom!! Her nonsensical behaviour really irks me, and she has got no idea how frustrating it is for someone in their sleep to be waking up unwillingly, to listen to her crap!!
I am more than 100% sure that the 'rag & bone' spirit my grandma has, runs in her blood. In fact, this is such an obvious trait in my aunt too, that I cannot not believe how my grandma has 'ruined' both her daughters and made them Madam Rag & Bone.
It was so hard cleaning up the house with my mom, as we each have our ways of tidying up things, and our own concept of reusable stuff. I don't believe everything is reusable; especially when the items have already outlived their lifespans.
Take shoes, for example. They are as good as gone forever when they don't look the same as how you bought them initially. Throwing away old shoes which are not wearable anymore, doesn't threaten me at all. In fact I am happy that old shoes are not given a new lease of life by cobblers, as their ROI may have been reached and so pointless to revive them with a cost.
Ok, enough of shoes and spring cleaning. I need to get back to sleep, and prepare myself for a tough day at work tomorrow.
I am more than 100% sure that the 'rag & bone' spirit my grandma has, runs in her blood. In fact, this is such an obvious trait in my aunt too, that I cannot not believe how my grandma has 'ruined' both her daughters and made them Madam Rag & Bone.
It was so hard cleaning up the house with my mom, as we each have our ways of tidying up things, and our own concept of reusable stuff. I don't believe everything is reusable; especially when the items have already outlived their lifespans.
Take shoes, for example. They are as good as gone forever when they don't look the same as how you bought them initially. Throwing away old shoes which are not wearable anymore, doesn't threaten me at all. In fact I am happy that old shoes are not given a new lease of life by cobblers, as their ROI may have been reached and so pointless to revive them with a cost.
Ok, enough of shoes and spring cleaning. I need to get back to sleep, and prepare myself for a tough day at work tomorrow.
Push-over
I hate to resort to such measure, as I am never the impulsive and insensible sort. However, when people push me over my limits, I will stand up for myself and fight for my due deserves.
I am struggling to come to terms with what I would never imagine a co-worker, a team member, a personal friend, would do to me. An act which only the person who committed it, will be able to justify the reasons for it. All I can say is, I feel stabbed; stabbed from behind.
I am not afraid to say out loud that, it was nothing but a despicable move to climb ahead of me. If the whole objective is to shine and be the one & only star in the sky, then you shouldn't be working for anyone; let alone working in a team.
I will definitely throw up if I sighted the words "team player" anywhere on your resume.. and I don't assume it is too hard to know why.
Well, good luck for now and I am absolutely sure that you & me, never will be friends again.
I am struggling to come to terms with what I would never imagine a co-worker, a team member, a personal friend, would do to me. An act which only the person who committed it, will be able to justify the reasons for it. All I can say is, I feel stabbed; stabbed from behind.
I am not afraid to say out loud that, it was nothing but a despicable move to climb ahead of me. If the whole objective is to shine and be the one & only star in the sky, then you shouldn't be working for anyone; let alone working in a team.
I will definitely throw up if I sighted the words "team player" anywhere on your resume.. and I don't assume it is too hard to know why.
Well, good luck for now and I am absolutely sure that you & me, never will be friends again.
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