Sunday, April 17, 2011
Ear piercing
Got my ear pierced this afternoon at the local jewellery shop. Cost RM30. It came with a pair of dummy earrings. I am supposed to wear it for 2 weeks, before replacing it with the gold earrings for 3 months. I can only wear other earrings after that. Need to refrain myself from seafood and nuts during these time. I had my ear pierced long time ago when I was a child. But due to regular X-ray on my head, I didn't put the earrings back, and the holes eventually healed. In the old Chinese believe, when a kid were ill most of the time, it means the evil spirits are disturbing the kid, making it difficult to raise the kid. In order to avoid being disturbed, the parents would pierce the kid's ears. It is a way to tell the evil spirits that this kid is no longer perfect, and hoping the spirit would not take this non-perfect kid away. Anyway, this is the second time in my life I got my ear piercing. I hope I could get over it smoothly.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
True colours
The MD requested about a month ago, to have the office re-painted before second week of April. Our HR was the appointed person in charge for this task.
She finally got the contractor to come into the office last Friday, to take a look at the work that is required. The contractor mentioned to her that he is lack of staff at the moment, he could take up this job two weeks later. The HR insisted that he must get this office painted before 11 April.
The paint job was finally decided, and was announced by the MD while attending conference overseas with Mr. Porche. The email has two lines: The office will be painted on this Thursday. Thank you for your cooperation.
I do not know what kind of cooperation we agreed to give.
Anyway, today the contractor brought two ladies to paint the office. We (myself, Mr. Experience and Ms. Sulky) wondered how these two middle age ladies could move those filing cabinets in our office.
After lunch, Mr. Experience started moving the filing cabinets. I was worried that he might get hurt, so I went and help out. Those filing cabinets are still full, and we need to move them away from the wall for about 1 foot, so that the painting ladies could paint the walls. There were about 10 cabinets, it was pretty tough to move these cabinets on the carpeted office floor.
I guess despite the HR's lack of management competency, we were still cooperative enough to help out eventually -- for the sake of the painters.
Meanwhile, Mr. Decamouth, Cockroach and HR was chit-chatting away in Cockroach's room, seeing us moving the cabinets through the huge glass partition. Ms. AB and Ms. Azrael went to the training room to continue with their work. Ms. Sulky was too busy with the guests visit on 11 April.
After they finished painting that wall, we moved the cabinets back against the wall. I couldn't access to behind the cabinet like when we moved it out. So Mr. Experience and myself each has to handle one cabinet alone.
Decamouth, Azrael and AB was laughing in a circle and making fun of the paint smell and the hard work of being a painter. Ms. Sulky stopped me from moving the cabinets, and asked Mr. Decamouth to come over to help.
As Mr. Decamouth approached to the first filing cabinet nearest to him (it was an empty filing cabinet), he pushed it hesitantly and said, "Wow, how to move all these, it is so heavy!"
If Mr. Experience weren't in my way, I would have taken off my shoe and slapped him with the underside of my shoe. He simply moved things as he like, without aligning them properly. He also made a lot of comments when Mr. Experience asked for his hand. I needed to re-aligned those cabinets that he pushed, so that there would be enough space for us to access to the power point behind the cabinets.
Although their reactions are well expected -- this is not the first time Decamouth and Cockroach refused to help out with physical works. -- I still feel sick seeing their behaviour.
She finally got the contractor to come into the office last Friday, to take a look at the work that is required. The contractor mentioned to her that he is lack of staff at the moment, he could take up this job two weeks later. The HR insisted that he must get this office painted before 11 April.
The paint job was finally decided, and was announced by the MD while attending conference overseas with Mr. Porche. The email has two lines: The office will be painted on this Thursday. Thank you for your cooperation.
I do not know what kind of cooperation we agreed to give.
Anyway, today the contractor brought two ladies to paint the office. We (myself, Mr. Experience and Ms. Sulky) wondered how these two middle age ladies could move those filing cabinets in our office.
After lunch, Mr. Experience started moving the filing cabinets. I was worried that he might get hurt, so I went and help out. Those filing cabinets are still full, and we need to move them away from the wall for about 1 foot, so that the painting ladies could paint the walls. There were about 10 cabinets, it was pretty tough to move these cabinets on the carpeted office floor.
I guess despite the HR's lack of management competency, we were still cooperative enough to help out eventually -- for the sake of the painters.
Meanwhile, Mr. Decamouth, Cockroach and HR was chit-chatting away in Cockroach's room, seeing us moving the cabinets through the huge glass partition. Ms. AB and Ms. Azrael went to the training room to continue with their work. Ms. Sulky was too busy with the guests visit on 11 April.
After they finished painting that wall, we moved the cabinets back against the wall. I couldn't access to behind the cabinet like when we moved it out. So Mr. Experience and myself each has to handle one cabinet alone.
Decamouth, Azrael and AB was laughing in a circle and making fun of the paint smell and the hard work of being a painter. Ms. Sulky stopped me from moving the cabinets, and asked Mr. Decamouth to come over to help.
As Mr. Decamouth approached to the first filing cabinet nearest to him (it was an empty filing cabinet), he pushed it hesitantly and said, "Wow, how to move all these, it is so heavy!"
If Mr. Experience weren't in my way, I would have taken off my shoe and slapped him with the underside of my shoe. He simply moved things as he like, without aligning them properly. He also made a lot of comments when Mr. Experience asked for his hand. I needed to re-aligned those cabinets that he pushed, so that there would be enough space for us to access to the power point behind the cabinets.
Although their reactions are well expected -- this is not the first time Decamouth and Cockroach refused to help out with physical works. -- I still feel sick seeing their behaviour.
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