“Psstt.. .pstt…. shi sha shi shu… psstt…” A is talking to B in a very very low volume, whispering I could say. That’s the silent time in the office.Gosh… I can hear that kind of sound and see that kind of view almost everyday at the office. I just know that there are people that love to talk in a very low volume that you can’t even hear it from 1 meter. I hate whisper. Like having some dark secret you know. Or gossips. Sigh.. Gossip lovers, can’t they just be open and talk it upfront? Talk in a normal volume. And not being so chicken and secret, shi shu shi shu there.
There is also loud time where people complain that they are so stress. Hello, it’s early morning and you tell me you are stress already? Saying it out ain’t gonna help you release it. Duh..
I hate the working environment now. I wish I can plug in headset to my ears. Hide myself away from those sounds. Indulge myself in music. But the comp don’t have sound hardware. -__-”
Oh well, another weekend is here. Without him. Being single being happy. Ups, physically single, emotionally attached.
When the staffs keep changing, going in and out, you know there is something wrong with the company.I see a sequence here. At the end of my first month probation, two people resigned for different reasons. Two weeks later, ‘Mini SHP’ the same batch (in the co.) with me resigned for a better one. Two weeks after that (which will come pretty soon), Dn will resigned for something better too. Two weeks or a month later, we will get another surprise. 
What else to say and do when the management isn’t good enough? I thought the company will do good as it is hold by young men with overseas education background. Okay, never ever judge book by its cover. Something looks good outside, doesn’t mean it is good inside too.
Well, two things I see now, money and the type of work. Money as in salary, commission, facilities – lunch, transportation, insurance, etc. Type of work as in whether it is challenging or not, works that needs thinking behind it or just simply shoot.
I know it’s kinda hard to find suitable work with good payment here. Especially creative/design industry. So, I’m either have one; good payment with so so kind of job (like what I’m having now, where I don’t need to go thru brainstorm or whatsoever deep research, but just shoot to the design with loud, jreng colour) or low/so so kind of payment but suitable work (that is challenging, need research, thinking, something that is meaningful, not just focus on the final result)
I find none of both (good payment and the quality/suitable work) at the current place. I find my work now is more suitable for people or anyone who can use design software. That’s all you need. The knowledge of how to use Photoshop, Illustrator, etc. Oh, one more, it would be better if you know how to mix n match loud and jreng color. The crowded the better. You are minimalist type? Sorry then. It’s a wrong place for you. Wrong for me too. Lucky I realize now before it’s too late. Waste another time.
Even from my last interview with the neighbourhood company (somewhat same with this one) the supervisor or interviewer asked me to trace a car’s picture in 1 hour time in Adobe Illustrator. After I finish, I was asked how if he wana put words that has been put effect in Photoshop into Adobe Illustrator. -__-” Tell me, where on earth there is this kind of interview? Testing my tracing skill? My photoshop knowledge? Hello.. Go take someone who take Photoshop/AI tution before and not a Diploma or degree holder ok?
Sigh.. I was blind at that time. I just realize that it’s kinda stupid and weird for them to ask me trace a picture and not design sth. I should have share this with my boy earlier. When we talk it out, things will be clearer.
Ah well.. I’m gonna find one soon. Not gonna lock myself in this small box.
I want. I need. New job. More challenging. More fun. More work. More Money of course.
Sigh. Am in the wrong place. Or maybe I’m the one who create that feeling?
Whatever.
Serba salah.
I thought I had cook the simplest, easiest, and most affordable (if not to say cheapest) soup. I just pour a pack of Maggi soup and egg, sometimes plus fishball. Old story back in KL.
This noon at the office, I was stunned to see one of the food for today is a soup. What’s wrong with soup then? Oho.. All I can see is just glue-ish kind of soup with little egg and corn beans which can be counted with my ten fingers. Wtf?!? Like that also can be counted as 1 food. So easy to do catering hor?
If I wana be more picky, today’s food sucks to the max. (Pardon me) O yeah, I’m picky when it comes to food. But I have lower it down and can tolerate more nowadays. However, the soup is so so so untolerateable. Wondering how could someone present such a food.
Sigh.. What I can think of is; first, since the Boss is so stingy, probably the catering payment is too low that’s why the auntie can’t provide good and fresh food to us (low payment – low quality). Second, the auntie is lazy or out of ideas to cook what kind of food already. Or probably she wanna untung more, so she gives us cheap food. The daughter who is our colleague also doesn’t wanna forward the suggestions to her mum. -__-”
Air mata penderitaan (quoted from Dn) will over soon. Yeah. Soon. And I can’t wait for it to come. Ehehehehehehhehehehehheh…
15 days ago my heart went syalalalala when my prince charming came here. Just a blink of eyes and it’s time to say good-bye. Again.
We had the birthday dinner for me and farewell dinner for him at the same time. The city is covered with small rain and no electricity at some places. The tear flows silently in the dark. Knowing that we will be apart by the ocean once more.When I go back home and see the main door, I see him unlocking the door for me when I come back from work. When I walk to the computer table, I see him sitting online there with me at his side. As I walk to the kitchen, I see him sitting there eating chocolate and talking to me. When I go upstairs, I see him laying on the floor watching TV. When I enter the bedroom, I see us laying and having a long conversation before fall asleep. I see myself giving him a morning kiss before I go to work. I always manage to see his innocent face while sleeping.
When I’m cold, he is always there to give me warmth. When there is no electricity, we always escape to Thamrin Plaza, have a walk, enjoy the air-con, and have a drink at the foodcourt. There is a lot a lot of pictures playing in my head now.
But, as I go to sleep tonight and wake up the next morning, all I see is me, myself and I. There is no longer him beside me. Far from sight but close in the heart.
Till we meet again my boy. And Happy 21st Birthday to me.