I've finally caused problems with somebody at work. Rest assured it was not a customer...I've been very compliant and polite to those. This guy's name is Eric...he's a fat 30 year old monstrosity who doesn't shave and who's just damned rude and strange. People would probably thank me if i got him scolded a few times honestly...no one truly loves the chap. I sometimes wonder why he wears spectacles when his glasses are always found so low down the bridge of his nose...on top of that...they're always clouded! To make matters worse, i can never understand a word of what he mumbles, he goes "muhnbrumgrure" and I'll be like "what...?" Today i irritated him enough for him to scold me fuck you~ haha, and i didn't do any of it intentionally!! I've decided to be as professional as i can about this...but i am this close to pulling the hairs off his damned whiskers. The best thing about working here must be eating the food...it's good...most of the time, but it really is a double edged sword..because if i continue eating the food there on a regular basis...i will.....inevitably get cancer... Char grilled food tastes nice because of the burnt bits of carbon, but that much carbon accumulated will kill a person. The alternatives are spaghetti and fried fish or chicken...i think i will give the fried fish a shot tomorrow...the bits of fried fish i scavanged from Agnes's plate were quite lovely. Another problem i have with the job is that i have to keep smiling!! It's absolutely painful! I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before...  ¶ Wednesday, May 16, 2007

  It has just been the most awful day i have had in months. To begin with, i wasn't able to sleep last night because ending work at 11pm does things like that to you. My mind was running a marathon while my body felt battered in a hundred places. So i tossed about in bed, until exhaustion overcame me. The next morning i had to wake up at 7.30am in oreder to make it toToa Payoh by 9am. A journey that requires the amont of time i used to take to poly but mroe tedious because of the bus ride. Before i set out upon the journey, i discovered that my mp3 player was spoilt...it does not turn on anymore....Anyway, I had to go for an interview with a vet, which turned out badly enough to make me hate the man even before i'd met him. I entered and spoke with the clinic's manager who wasn't expecting me. Alright..that's fine..so the chap probably forgot. So the manager does the interview and doesn't give me a clue or an idea of how things work, and what i should expect. Then he says the vet is coming in late today, ok...so i'll wait...and i waited till 12pm...watched him shave a dog...then i discover that the vet isn't coming down after all. So having filled in the application form...which he took half an hour to produce...i left not having fulfilled anything at all. Just like that and half a day disappeared right before my very eyes. During this period, the manager spoke to the vet on the phone at least 4 times..the least the vet could do was apologize to me over the phone or something...the most basic civility i would have expected. So my mother calls the guy to clarify things i suppose, and during dinner i found out that...yeah...he expects me to be a volunteer on like..3-4 days a week or something...not even a small token sum to help me pay for transport or food, i can't be paid because the clinic is already sufficiently staffed. So i've never spoken to the guy and already i don't want to speak with him ever. I know i am a nobody...so to speak... but i am seriously pissed off. Logically...if i wanted to volunteer as a vet's assistant....free of charge...no token necessary, i would do it close to home...certainly not all the way in Toa Payoh. So having gotten snubbed by my interviewer even after i made the effort to go down on time early in the morning after a restless night. I head of to the esplanade to look into the Phantom of the Opera ticket problem. Kenrick's payment bounced and he couldn't get the tickets, so he smsed me to go book them today, and so i did...go...not book them..because there are like 7 tickets left, all individual seats priced at 160 dollars each for friday night. That just left me gutted and i seethed with anger and resentment the whole way home. Life's unfair, i accept that happy little fact...but..this is cruel. Should i do this vet thing...?  ¶ Monday, May 14, 2007

 
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  Hm...I'm going to become a waiter at Aston's Specialities. Never thought i take the leap and throw myself into the cauldron that is the food and beverage industry, but i suppose to exposure would do me lots of good. The manager dude has made crystal clear to me that as waiter i must humble myself and serve...my main objective being to serve. It is with no small amount of trepidation that i go into this. One would think that with a diploma, i would be searching for a different job, but part time work is flexible, and i am quite satisfied with the pay they are offering an inexperience greenhorn like myself. Wonder if i'm cut out for this service industry stuff. Too head strong? might start a brawl with an irritating lady... At any rate, i'm just immensely relieved that my days of stagnation are at an end...for now. If i am going to be getting money...i guess i may have to start financial planning too. Might be cheaper to buy a bus stamp than it would be to put 50 dollars in my card. It's a 63ct journey there, and 63ct journey back. That makes it a $1.26 a day. Now assuming i worked for 4 days a week and there being 4 weeks a month, i would have to place $1.26 multiplied by 16 inside the card just to travel back and forth. Necessary... That is $20.16 for transport to and from work. Let's add my other travel expenses, because as a twenty year old, i most certainly have to go out and do stuff, can't just sit home all day watching the fish swim for hours. I'd have to make it...35 dollars at the very least per month.. Which amounts to a whole day's worth of pay assuming i work for 7 hours a day. Hmm, i don't think i can start revamping my wardrobe just yet. Wouldn't dare to say that i have enough to save for a holiday. It does leave me with extra pocket money to go out and enjoy myself with mates now and then...living the simple life yes? It's sufficient. I'm satisfied.
On a totally unrelated and rather random note. The scab is gone!!!!!! Now all that remains of the operation - externally at least - is a knot of scar tissue, that hasn't fully settled because it itches a little now and then and i still treat it rather gingerly. Progress is good, i can't wait to go for a swim again. just another few weeks more till i can cycle again as well. Hmm..i am concerned though that the job might pose potential problems for the injury. Will have to be careful..i'm tough...but i don't want to be a stupid idiot.
Thanks to the afternoon rain...it's turning out to be quite a comfortable night, the past few nights were just dreadful...  ¶ Wednesday, May 09, 2007

  The chalet is over, and along with it the weekend. 73 different people went to the chalet, a massive number, yes? I think i actuallly enjoy the position i am in, where i have to interact with all of them out of necessity. Keeps me on my toes, i enjoy the feeling, always something to do, no chances for me to construct excuses to sit back and do nothing. I did however lose my swiss army knife...thanks to felix...irresponsible insensitve ass. I'd placed lots of sentimental value upon that small red gadget and i a moment typical of his nature, he simply lost it for me. I cannot help but seethe in recollection. Truly though i can do nothing but sigh in resignation, all is forgiven nothing is forgotten as is my nature. I'm glad it's done, now i have to worry about the future, but not so soon. I registered for relief teaching with Ping Yi. Now i must wait for some teacher to fall sick and then, maybe...just maybe they will call me and i can earn some money. Quite frankly...given the amount i have contributed to the school in terms of time and effort over the pass few years through band, it would be nice for them to return the favour. If they don't...well... at least i made the effort to apply, i can rest easy knowing that i tried.
Graduation. I think i am not going because i didn't receive the graduation package and now it's a little late to be booking a seat...wait and see situation...once again.
Should i apply for a job at Aston's..? hmmmm  ¶ Tuesday, May 08, 2007

  It's taken a while to fully realise that when it comes to band, nothing is ever straight forward or easy for that matter. Half the things i find myself planning and working for often end up not coming to pass for one reason or another. Take for example...the band handbook kenrick wanted to create. I spent hour late at night working on that thing, but it never came to fruition. A few important things were used and kept for other things, but the handbook itself...nothing ever came of it. Formations planned and pain stakingly designed early in the morning -3am- have been completely scrapped. Then more recently, an attempt at a leadership training course for the leaders, a whole day of inspired planning and due to the teachers' need for a break - a well deserved one at that - and their own packed schedule filled with holiday remedials, it would seem that simply broaching the subject would be futile. Balls. Yet, i have gotten used to it by now, it's something i've been growing up with for the last 4 years. I 've made some stupid sacrifices for this band, now it seems i'm in a state of limbo. Relief teaching seems pointless because a school wouldn't need teachers during the school holidays, no company is going to hire me for a month...at least i haven't found one yet, and my broken hand sorely reduces the opportunities available as well. I seem to be trying to justify my bumming about doing nothing. Well i don't enjoy bumming about doing nothing because i have no money to spend.
This injury really compounds my efforts..i just found a temporary job advert for a job at the airport which requires a fit person capable of lifting liquor. It sounds bloody lovely to me...only i can't my thick story book without feeling a twinge of pain now and then. Once this heals, i'm applying for every packing job i come across. For now... i have to try to convince myself of the benefits of applying for an admin/data entry kind of job. Beggars can't be choosers, but administrative work...hours on end spent in front of the computer typing numbers that make no sense... Balls of shit... should i? i'm not keen on that. God...please give my hand some aid.  ¶ Wednesday, May 02, 2007