Teacup.

Forgive me if I sound like some poser gangster. It’s this new song from Rain that’s making me do it. Be prepared for how gangsta this motherfucker is. Heh.

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…?

Last few weeks haven’t been…good. In a nutshell, fell ill to the cold bug going round here, then was made redundant, hereafter a colleague felt like being a lazy bitch because I’m supposedly always there to cover her ass and last but not least, the one person that was starting to matter to me decides to piss around with me. I need a vacation…

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.

So my old slippers were hazardous to my personal safety. And I’ve been checking out the Ipanema Gisele Bündchen footwear range for a few months now…and I finally got my pair today!

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.

My boss thinks I’m not committed to my work because…I’m not interacting as much as I can with my colleagues. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. She doesn’t judge my commitment base on my work output, but on whether I’m pissing around with my colleagues. She wants me to get paid $(secret ;-o) an hour to sit around and “interact” with my colleagues.

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…