Work bullshit

WARNING: Emo blargh and bullshit overload.

YOU. You shall go by the name of...'Hakumen' in this particular blog post of mine. Since it's not convenient to divulge your name even though the chances of you reading this is just insignificant.


All right, Hakumen. You want the job to be done. So do I. But please remember, I am YOUR COLLEAGUE. I AM NOT YOUR MIND READER. How the hell do you expect me to read your mind and expect me to know what you want just by your hand movement or a 'Hey~ Where is it?'

Where is your what? Your phone? Your laptop? Your dog? Your cat? Your pizza? Your socks? Your dictionary? Your poker deck? Your masking tape that I'd love to steal and tape your mouth with?


Bottom-line is, communicate what you want CLEARLY. I am a human. Not a psychic or a mind reader. Give me a deadline if you want things done by this time. Not just say 'get it done asap' and then start panicking the immediate day after and shove my nose towards the grindstone.

It's not the first time you've done this. Don't just set our asses on fire at the eleventh hour and say something like 'There's a reason for everything I do.'. What? You just want bak kwa or something?

Oh, speaking of which, this is just an excuse to make a dig at HOW DAMN INEFFICIENT I AM AT WORK, ISN'T IT? To shove my nose to the grindstone until it's grinded raw and see how long I can hold it in.


You've done enough for us, I know that. But please don't judge us by your standards.


...Speaking of judging, not to sound like a judgmental bitch but your fashion sense isn't a valid excuse for you to back out of certain responsibilities. Did you come here for a fashion show or did you come here for work?

It doesn't give you the right to get angry just because I inhibit your fashion sense either. PLAN AND PRIORITIZE, HONEY. Haven't you heard of those words before?

You and your prissy little friend and your mannerisms grind on my nerves as much as I'm just trying to take it in.


Now for the other guy. BADGE-CISM AT IT'S FINEST.

So...contract workers don't have a right to get on the bus if there're too many people, eh? Because you regular staff are doing important work and can't afford to be late...

So we contract staff aren't doing important work lah? We go to the company to Facebook, play Tetris, surf the net, go on Twitter to laugh at stupid posts, gossip about everything under the sun, oogle at good-looking people, raise our legs and shake our feet lah?


...cool. I'll come at 11 a.m everyday then.