So, since the last entry, I accepted two jobs. Unintentionally. However, one is a temporary contract, the other, a permanent. So I told the permanent office that I’ll not pull as many hours as the others because I have the other contract to fulfill. However, I expect that the temporary contract will expire somewhere end of September, then I should be 110% for the permanent job.

So the past two weeks, I’ve been shuffling two jobs with university (only one course this trimester, thank God).

So what is this frustration that I have? That I’m not putting in as much effort as I should in to the permanent job. It’s because during the day, I work at the temporary contract. Then I go straight to the permanent office and work until 8PM. A 9AM – 8PM straight work is very tiring. By the time I arrive at my permanent contract job, I’m tired. By 6PM, I’m feeling really blah. By 8PM, my whole mind, body and soul is yelling “THANK GOD!!! THANK THE LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO HOMEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!”

For example today, at 8PM, an acquaintance was just about finishing packing up. I didn’t wait. I couldn’t wait because I was so shit tired, I couldn’t stop my feet dragging me out of there and into the car to send me home. I feel bad that I didn’t wait. I’m hoping that next time, I’ll wait for her so I don’t feel so bad 30 minutes later.

Argh, why do I do this to myself? I feel like my guilty consciousness is overflowing 95% of the time.

And today at my temporary job, my pseudo-manager came up to me and asked me how I’m doing. So I said, “Oh, the plan amendments are complete. Thank God! Blah blah blah…” And then when she left, I’m thinking, “Oh fuck”. Cause I don’t know how she received me saying “Thank God the plan amendments are done”. I hope she received it in a positive way because really, 15~20+ plan amendments each consisting on average 100~200 pages to change, it’s a bitch, to put it straight out. But I’m glad it’s done. I hope she didn’t get a bad vibe from me. Please don’t. I’m begging you. I meant it in the nicest way possible. Please say you’ll extend my contract.

Rain (Bi) – Hip Song (Rough Lyrics & Translation)

Don’t know if I’ve mentioned this earlier but the first anniversary of Teacup went by a few weeks earlier (not too sure of exact date). I didn’t even realize it until I saw my earliest WP post was more than a year ago. I think it’s a milestone worth noting for myself as I never was able to keep a blog for more than six months. But Teacup has not only surpassed it’s one year anniversary, it’s still alive and kicking. I’m going to take this opportunity to once again, thank Modi for hosting this blogger who rants and rave more often than a psychotic clown on ecstasy.

To pile on some more good points in my life currently, I am officially employed again. Not temping, but an actual permanent position with ongoing hours and weeks. I think this is fantastic! I might be able to start as soon as next week as long as all the paperwork are finalized on-time. The location is a bit like out in the wop-wops but I think that’s a minor detail compared to what I’ll actually be doing right?

Well, I think that’s about it for now. I need to take the clothes in before it gets darker than it is.

Hmm, would you look at that. This post ID is exactly 999. Must mean something…?

I was very upset about the redundancy. And the manager I told you about? Not a good working relationship with her at the moment? Well, if the news she was telling me wasn’t generally categorized as “sad”, she probably would have broken out the champagne and thrown a jamboree party before, during and after she told me the great redundancy news. Not kidding. Her face was trying, and failing for that matter, at containing her smile at the news. Well, that lazy bitch can jolly well…whatever. If I was such a shit employee, why is everyone else sad at seeing me go in a couple of months?

I just wish people weren’t so…frustrating to deal with sometimes. At university, it’s the inconsiderate bastard talking away in a quiet section of the library or the tutor who can’t be bothered helping you find out what’s suppose to be happening, at work it’s the manager who doesn’t know how to behave like a manager or the colleague who’s always taking time off to “study” when we all know she’ll probably waste it on partying until the morning and at home, the brother who’s so lazy that a sea sponge will appear more hardworking.

After I left work today, I felt so dejected and started planning out a lazy holiday after my exams in June. So far I’ve got down that I’ll probably take the train to travel, camp out at a motel/hotel for probably 2-3 days, take the train back. Not too sure yet…all I want is a break from this…madness. I can’t take it anymore. And this holiday is just me. No one to accompany me and tell me what to do, or take advantage of me and all that. It’ll be just me. Like it’s always been.

These were bought at Hannah’s for NZD $50. They only had this color scheme or the neon orange in this sandal-style. I bought the sandals with the aim to be able to wear it anywhere. Including the office.

This is because my current manager, told my colleague to tell me that my old slippers aren’t “appropriate” for the office and that she has had “complaints” from a few people regarding the slippers. Right…complaints. Other employees are tramping around the building wearing black slippers and uh…yeah. Shall I lodge a complain about them for you?

Yeah, OK whatever. I’m still working on my feelings for my current manager. It’s coming along…

Anyway! With these slippers/sandals, she can’t say a word about it being “inappropriate“. Otherwise…let’s not go there…

But check it out! It’s awesome! I love it. I heart it. A lot. I expected them to be quite tough, but they are one of the most comfortable sandals/slippers I have ever worn. Now let’s hope they last until next summer.

I only have 7.5 hours a week to get through my mountain-sized work. I come in and my work is all set out for me. I don’t really have the spare 30 seconds to sit around and have a nice chat about my personal life with my colleagues, let alone five fucking minutes. My manager may have the time because she’s as lazy as they come. But I don’t have the spare time.

I’m not too sure how she came to the conclusion that my commitment to my job should be judged on whether I’m pissing around, chatting with other people. I thought that commitment to one’s job should be based on how punctual that person is, and how much work she’s putting in and giving out, and how satisfactory is that work. I must have been away when the announcement was made that commitment should be judged on who’s pissing around the most now, instead of actual work produced.

But hey, you just give me the word that it is part of my job description to laze around and chat, I’ll do it. Otherwise, I’ll continue working as I have, chugging through my work which is my #1 priority at the moment. Sorry, but chatting to colleagues is way far down my priority list. Not too sure how much priority you give it though…

So instead, I’m going to quickly skim over things that make up my life/day right now. Work is going okay, I don’t think I’m performing at 100% yet but I hope to be by the end of February. Also got told off by my supervisor that my slippers aren’t “professional”, looking to buy a more professional-looking slippers, checking out Gisele Bundchen’s Ipanema range currently. Can’t buy shoes right now because it technically is still Chinese New Years, and the Chinese have this superstition where we do not buy shoes during the 15 days of Chinese New Years.

Got free tickets to a concert in town tomorrow. Unplanned trip but I definitely am going with my friend. I had one more extra spare ticket but the friend which I am giving it to is seriously fucking me off. But I already told her the ticket is hers, so I can’t do anything about it. Oh well.

I’ve also set out a few goals for myself this year. Make at least one new friend this year, perform exceedingly well at my current job so that when I leave, they’d be crying a river and missing me a whole heap, and also to get at least a B average this year at university.

Well, sorry for the long break from the last post but I’m slowly deciding what I want to do with myself and all that mushy stuff. =3

I had this huge plan for a tiny website to be completed before I started my new job. Well, I have a small little domain hosting all my other schnitzels but no front page. How useless is that? So I was really inspired by the Digital Business Card WP Theme and Tim Van Damme‘s layout. Except, I ran out of time. I really wanted it all done by today but I couldn’t even get pass getting the images right. Argh.

It’s only 11:30PM and I have to crawl into my bed right now before I look like an emo tomorrow morning with my natural black eyes and tired face.

Adios for now…Zzz…zzz…

Next, my upcoming administrative role. My first ever office job. I’m so worried I’m going to make an ass of myself. I’ve got the clothings and shoes for it. I want this job so bad, I got it, now I just got to make sure I don’t bung it up. Seriously. I’ve cut down on cursing quite a bit. I’m trying to change my attitude, slightly. I really want to make sure that they are not dissapointed for hiring me. So nervous…

I hope this image gave you a bit of a laugh as it did for me.

Hope you all had a fantastic Christmas and have a happy New Year. ♥

Whoa, nearly forgotten about Teacup. I think…I partly blame Modi for introducing me to Plants vs Zombies. After finally beating the last stage of Chronotron (may I say, that last stage took me a few hours…), I got on to Plants vs Zombies.

So, what can I say, PvZ is a stroke of genius! I love that game! Took me just over a week to finally beat adventure mode and unlock the goodies within! Err, I’d like to note that I did not cheat at all to beat the game. I did that only after I finished about 75% of the game (that includes adventure mode). Got a bit frustrated with the Gargantuans destroying my beautiful marigolds…I’m going to shut up now about PvZ before I continue ranting and raving like a psychotic madwoman about the genius game that is PvZ.

The other reason I’ve gone a bit missing is because I went for an interview for my dream job. That was on Friday. My friend recommended me for the position, I got called, interviewed and now I’m just impatiently waiting for their response. I’m so nervous about this job that for the two days before the interview, I hardly ate anything because nothing could stay down. I just felt like throwing up everytime I thought of the interview.

The interview wasn’t too bad in my opinion because it was more like a casual conversation than a “Describe why…” and “Do you think…” situation. So I told my nervous-freaking-out side to shut the fuck up, piss off and come back when the interview is over. Guess what? Right after the interview, I started freaking out that I might have said the wrong things and the list goes on. It’s now Tuesday night and I’m still feeling like I want to throw up. I’ve never been like this about a job but…OHMAIGAWDPLZCALLME.

Was that so hard?! NO, IT ISN’T.

It’s ALWAYS “up to you”.

I asked him if he would like me to accompany him to fetch my mother from the train station. “Up to you”. I asked him more than three fucking times, and he either says back to me, “up to you” or “would you like to go?” HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT to just say a simple fucking ‘yes’ or ‘no’. I don’t know about him but IT’S PRETTY FUCKING EASY.

On a lighter note, my friend is trying to get me an interview at her office for an administration position. I’m trying to keep calm and cool about it. I may or may not get it so I’m not counting my chickens before they hatch. Nonetheless, I’ve got to keep up with my typing and brush up on my non-existent interview skills. Since I know I’ll probably trip, fall and blunder my way through the interview, it’s not a question of how good or bad I did. It’s how bad is it. What’s the damage?