Yeah, yeah, it's been a long time but I sincerely haven't got the time to angst anymore.
But I have to get this thought out and I cannot do this on FaceBook because I most likely WILL offend said person.
So, my old schoolmate; Nurul asked me 2 weeks ago if I had job openings at my workplacesince she's finished her teaching course, and waiting for her convocation and placement. We're currently shorthanded but the Operator's were more desperately as there were 3 pregnant ladies there and one of them is due NEXT MONTH. So I told her there's an opening, just give me the resume and I would get her an application form, and pass it all up to my Front Office Manager.
A few days later, she swings by to pick up the application form and shows me her resume. Her, ONE PAGE RESUME. I sincerely restrained myself that night since I did not yell out her ears and instead asked if she had actually tried doing a resume before. (Seriously. Seriously? Seriously?! I went online and looked for information on how to write a proper CV, asked my father who reviews applications from the local university for his business; Xeroxed a ridiculous amount of copies for my IDs, certificates and qualifications and HIGH SCHOOL ACTIVITIES!). I kindly advised Nurul that one page is a ridiculous amount and no employer is going to look twice at it. Frankly speaking, I get to look through the applications my office gets (the boss does not know) and I've seen much better ones from fresh high school leavers albeit with worse English.
Here's the kicker. The next week, she swung by again when I was on the graveyard shift to hand in her resume and application form. As soon as I picked it up, I felt a scowl start to form. This time, her resume is three pages. THREE PIECES OF A4 PAPER. I asked her,
"Where's the certificate copies I told you to put in the last time?"
"Oh, yeah...they're all at home. But now that I think about it, they didn't give certificates for a lot of my activities."
".......so.....this is the resume you want to hand in....?"
Like, oh. My. Gods. Really? REALLY?! Are you even serious about finding a JOB?! I understand that you are waiting for convocation at the end of the year (and your school placement as a brand new teacher) but when you say you are looking for a job, you better be serious about it! I have even told you what people want to see in a resume and you hand me 3 pieces of paper I would rather use to wipe toner off my hands after I fix another printer at work (I am being nice here, I am usually far more foul mouthed)! I even asked if she had asked anyone for help on how to write a resume or searched for any info but all I got was another negative answer.
There is only so many times I can repeat the words "Really?!" and "Seriously?!" but as of yet, I have not found the end of it.
Alright, I might sound a little pretentious but hey, I've held down this job for almost 2 years and 6 months; I think I know what the Hell I am talking about. And I have been ignored and taken little notice of, just like that. Am I being taken seriously? Are you even being serious about this, Nurul?! I am the laziest person around but I take my work seriously. I have a lot of responsibility and essentially, that is what a job is. It took me a long time to be this responsible in my work as someone with barely any but this, this, this display of unenthusiasm, irresponsibility and NO EFFORT is making my blood boil!!!
You could have said no when I told you there was a position for Telephone Operator open if you were not really interested in the first place! You should have saved us the trouble. I doubt my bosses will call you for interview unless they were uber desperate. Yours is the THINNEST resume I have ever seen in my whole life (and that includes watching my cousin type out her own CV on a manual typewriter).
I am reaching the speechlessness point. All I want to do is flail, gesture incomprehensibly and splutter out half formed words nevermind sentences.
弓 Yumi (archery) 美紅 Miku (beautiful crimson)
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I kinda miss the times you came over during Chinese New Year and proceed to turn my living room into a mini Mahjong house with my dad, and 2 uncles.
Have fun upstairs. We're going to have an interesting time trying to get your body to be cremated in KK.
Science Teacher: *reading off some random basic science test sheets* Which of the following is the male reproductive organ? Ovaries.
Chemist Guy: Don't tell me it was a boy who wrote that....
ST: It's a boy.
Seriously, you're a teenaged boy, I'm sure you wank off on a daily basis....you cannot tell me you have a set of ovaries unless something went wrong in the womb!
I must say, I've never really indulged myself in Jazz before barring the jazzy soul bluesy styles of Double Take but tonight, all the performers were wonderful, professional and so relaxed. Even the opening act although some of them looked a little pale, but give them credit; they are actually art students.
But hey, they had my feet tapping and it wasn't long before my head starting bobbing along. Which unfortunately contributed to my headache.
Mr. Paul Ponnudorai. Wow. Amazing. I cringed when he said Country Western but thank god it was Rock-A-Billy (I'm an eclectic kind of person but pure Country Western scares all levels of Hell out of me). And yes, the sound technicians were not really up to standards. Could they at least make their panicking motions a little less, well, flailing? The performers themselves just shrugged and moved on. I mean, really, Mr Cheong already picked up the tambourine ready to freestyle it; there really is no need to run around him trying to insert the plug back into his electric ukelele(?). Technical problems happen all the time. Stop acting like the cliched headless chicken!
And the guy controlling the sound systems? Not much help. And blind at one point when drummer John(?) Thomas started waving an arm to catch his attention. Heck, the rhythm he was tapping out sounded off to me (I'm partially tone deaf FYI) and he kept trying to get the sound guy to adjust something for oh, about 3 minutes. I saw one of the stage crew muttering into his walkie talkie but no go. The sound guy was no good at controlling the volume either. Mr. Ponnudorai asked him to adjust but to no avail. Again. Hence my hours long headache. And temporary deafness.
Greg Lyons. Mr. Greg Lyons. Oooh la la! I have a thing for saxophones, drums and bass. Saxophones from a TV series in my childhood called Nightman (if you have watched it, I applaud you). Oh, but that set was fun! (I managed to get Mr. Lyons' autograph; if I had seen Thomas, Peterson and Ponnudorai, I would have run after them with the stupid programme booklet and the borrowed pen as well!)
Speaking of the programme booklet, it is dumb. It only showed up during the fifth performance getting handed out by a hapless teenaged stage crew. Why were they not placed on every seat in the first place? I came in a few minutes late so I remained clueless as to who were these people on stage. I also wonder who did not give the booklet a final or even a first read through for all the missing commas and misspelling running throughout. Urgh!
At least the MC Iskandar was funny. The lady MC flubbed once but gained back her rhythm later.
Aseana Percussion Unit. Good shit. I mentioned that I love drums. All kinds of percussions in fact (Safri Duo, Blue Man Trio) so it was great to see APU in action. One of their members was a cute guy with mussed dreads so the eye candy definitely did not hurt!
Mind you, they had people up and dancing, and jumping at this point. I had to leave because I could feel the floor vibrating quite strongly through my numb posterior and feet, 1Borneo IS a new building after all; the Centre Atrium is above the basement level.
Overall, the performances were awesome. The technical side? Er, not quite. I suppose it is because nobody in the crew is getting paid (it IS a charity event after all) but really? Did the Mayor have to witness your incompetence? Have some pride!
At least his speech in the booklet was proofread by his secretary, thank goodness.
Manager: blahblahblahblah *ringtone goes off in pocket*
Ringtone: *from high pitched to very low pitch* BIPBIP! BIIPBIIP! BEEPBEEP! BEEEPBEEEEP! beeeeepbeeeeep...
People are either looking away at this point or smirking, I'm just trying not to bust out laughing....
Anyone remember mentioning a new system being installed? Yeah. It's been over a month. It still sucks. There's still a lot of problems ongoing.
Upon facing the horrifying realisations that I cannot go home or close my goddamn cashier because of said flaws slash restrictions....I finally broke......wish it could have been the wall instead.....4 hours of calls and people running back and forth.....and it's still stupid. By the gods......IT'S A SYSTEM CALLED INNKEEPER FROM SOUTH AFRICA!!!!!
the name is a fucking giveaway.....inn?! we are running a 5 STAR HOTEL RESORT WITH 454 ROOMS!!!!! we have an average daily turnover of 120 arrivals and 140 departures give or take....THE SYSTEM IS STILL NOT RUNNING SMOOTHLY!!!! earlier in the day, I had to restart my computer or exit the system repeatedly because it HANGED and not lagged, HANGED 20 times within half an hour.
YOU FUCKING SUCK!
Why are you so damn good?! And so bad for my health?!
Vanilla cream, I love you so much....so delicate and simple and pretty but oh so light and tasty on my tongue.
Green teaser, you naughty thing! Who knew green tea frosting could be so good!
For the rest of you guys, you'll have to wait....I'm still too full and I have work to get to.....
It seems like I'm surrounded by death these days. A link on Gwyn-sama's lj, the news, life around me, my colleague's miscarriage, Heath Ledger's death this morning on my phone as soon as I woke up.....
It's so depressing. And work? Getting me down. It's not the thing I love although I'm learning a lot from it but Jesu, it's too much. I'm swimming way past out of my comfort zone (and everyone knows I swim like an anvil) and I'm definitely over my head.
I suppose part of the reason is because I'm no good at asking for help. Sure, I'll ask for advice and how-to but after a while....I guess I'm just incapable of saying the most important things. Half the time, I tend to phrase it vaguely and people just dismiss it.
At the moment, I don't even have friends to hang out with. Wake up, eat, go to work, come home, shower, eat, go online, drop dead asleep. Rinse and repeat.
It's too routine now. Life just feels so goddamn tiring. It's a chore. I don't think I've laughed in weeks.
Speaking of work...it's now past 1am and as it turns out....I forgot which shift I was on and ended up 2 hours late for work...oops...so I ended up working 5-1am.
XD eehehehheheehhhh <insert bleating sheep>
Gods, I'm tired and sleepy....but I got to try out my new heels and they're suprisingly comfortable enough for RM29.90 worth...sweet...
*gobbles down more Almond Hershey's Kisses*
Oh, and a life changing event happened for me a couple of nights ago.....I got called into the boss' office.....I believe it was a good outcome despite the circumstances.......
And, I've said enough.