Monday, March 27, 2006
So it's Monday.
I'm on leave today. Mainly to attend an interview. I cud have taken half day off but i decided to give myself the rest of the day off since i figured the interview may zapped me dry of brain-juice.
So i went wif a lil' of butterflies in my tummy. Afterall, i haven't attending interviews as an interviewee for quite some time already. And half the time, i was worrying i would be late, even though it was by a straight bus from my place. But bus journey, hard to predict & the slow moving traffic on AYE didn't help.
I also didnt know my way around as i seldom patronize dat area, and never like it too, as it alwaz feels like a ghost-town, old & drudgery. It must be my bad karma, to end up in places which i have sworn off. (I sworn off IP when i visited dat old & dilapidated building when i was in my sec school too.)
Well, the bus journey itself was an hour long, den i got disoriented & couldn't figure which direction i should be walking towards. So i asked for directions, thank goodness the friendly bus uncle, standing idle-ly by the wall, pointed mi in the correct direction. He said "There! *points in x direction* hen jing er yi la..."
Ooooh..i looked n i saw a wad-seems-like-a-blue-office-building in the distant future.........*echos echos echos*...embedded within trees & greeneries. Siao liao jit bai...
And so, i embarked upon my journey to the north-west, walked around a multi-storey carpark, up a menacing looking overhead bridge, past a chinese temple, crossed a road, UP SLOPE & WIF HEELS, in the RAIN. Amazingly, around the temple, a Malay family actually stopped mi in my tracks to ask me for directions. Do i even look like i know the way around (?!)
I stood outside & watched the damn premise, perspiring, panting & fumbling over my stuff, cursing under by breath. By then i oredi lost interest in the position i applied for. Even if i got it, i couldn't imagine having to thread the routes in heels EVERYDAY. U tink i siao!??
So anyway, i couldn't figure where would it lead mi if i enter thru the entrance in front of me, so i grabbed the nearest army man in smart four, in the midst of crossing the road & asked him for directions. I duno y, but he seems so happy to answer my qns.
Well, apparently i had to follow the tracks which led me to a security check, maybe being clad in office wear makes it easier...buahaha, coz the man in front of me was bz emptying his pockets & stripping stuff off.
Ok so, after the security check, i had to exchange my NRIC for a Visitor's Pass, den find myself to another Tower where the interview is to be held at. Apparently it's like 200m away from the security check. Again, UP SLOPE, HEELS, RAINING.
When i FINALLY made it to the interview venue's building, i had to chuck my camera phone into the locker 1st. When i reached the place, i wanted to visit the Ladies to check my running makeup, drenched hair & dripping-wif-rain-bags. To my dismay, the nearest toilet is at the Canteen, meaning i wud hv to back-track.....NVM.
I had to do a test before the interview, which is like an essay qns...wad the... I wasn't told. But not like if i was told beforehand, i would ace it, so...acck..wadever. *waves arms in despair*
The chat wif the interviewer was rather brief, she was doing the toking most of the time. I tink i must have appeared ultra-sian & beat in the interview. She doesn't even look prepared to interview me. Sheesh. And I was more than happy to take my leave afterwards.
So i trotted all the way back to the interchange, not before getting abit lost at where i shud go to xchange my NRIC back. Think DOWN SLOPE, HEELS, no rain, but BLISTER.
When i reached the interchange, i realised due to a renovation of the berth, my bus's berth has been temporarily shifted to 100m away from the interchange. So i had to walk back. *(&*%^%#^%$R()*)XUIYSI....
I was so glad to come back to Jurong, it was as if i had left the country for ages & finally returned....n den i decided to reward my bruised self wif some sinful prata & indian rojak, food which i oni dream of eating on normal days. But since today is no normal day, i braved the blister & walked abit more to my dirty-but-tasty Zhang Dian to get it.
Den I ate my lunch & concussed for the next 3 hours.
So now, i'm tired, fat, blistered & low-morale. Wad a fantabulous Monday. ¶ J poppycocked at 8:32:00 PM
So i went wif a lil' of butterflies in my tummy. Afterall, i haven't attending interviews as an interviewee for quite some time already. And half the time, i was worrying i would be late, even though it was by a straight bus from my place. But bus journey, hard to predict & the slow moving traffic on AYE didn't help.
I also didnt know my way around as i seldom patronize dat area, and never like it too, as it alwaz feels like a ghost-town, old & drudgery. It must be my bad karma, to end up in places which i have sworn off. (I sworn off IP when i visited dat old & dilapidated building when i was in my sec school too.)
Well, the bus journey itself was an hour long, den i got disoriented & couldn't figure which direction i should be walking towards. So i asked for directions, thank goodness the friendly bus uncle, standing idle-ly by the wall, pointed mi in the correct direction. He said "There! *points in x direction* hen jing er yi la..."
Ooooh..i looked n i saw a wad-seems-like-a-blue-office-building in the distant future.........*echos echos echos*...embedded within trees & greeneries. Siao liao jit bai...
And so, i embarked upon my journey to the north-west, walked around a multi-storey carpark, up a menacing looking overhead bridge, past a chinese temple, crossed a road, UP SLOPE & WIF HEELS, in the RAIN. Amazingly, around the temple, a Malay family actually stopped mi in my tracks to ask me for directions. Do i even look like i know the way around (?!)
I stood outside & watched the damn premise, perspiring, panting & fumbling over my stuff, cursing under by breath. By then i oredi lost interest in the position i applied for. Even if i got it, i couldn't imagine having to thread the routes in heels EVERYDAY. U tink i siao!??
So anyway, i couldn't figure where would it lead mi if i enter thru the entrance in front of me, so i grabbed the nearest army man in smart four, in the midst of crossing the road & asked him for directions. I duno y, but he seems so happy to answer my qns.
Well, apparently i had to follow the tracks which led me to a security check, maybe being clad in office wear makes it easier...buahaha, coz the man in front of me was bz emptying his pockets & stripping stuff off.
Ok so, after the security check, i had to exchange my NRIC for a Visitor's Pass, den find myself to another Tower where the interview is to be held at. Apparently it's like 200m away from the security check. Again, UP SLOPE, HEELS, RAINING.
When i FINALLY made it to the interview venue's building, i had to chuck my camera phone into the locker 1st. When i reached the place, i wanted to visit the Ladies to check my running makeup, drenched hair & dripping-wif-rain-bags. To my dismay, the nearest toilet is at the Canteen, meaning i wud hv to back-track.....NVM.
I had to do a test before the interview, which is like an essay qns...wad the... I wasn't told. But not like if i was told beforehand, i would ace it, so...acck..wadever. *waves arms in despair*
The chat wif the interviewer was rather brief, she was doing the toking most of the time. I tink i must have appeared ultra-sian & beat in the interview. She doesn't even look prepared to interview me. Sheesh. And I was more than happy to take my leave afterwards.
So i trotted all the way back to the interchange, not before getting abit lost at where i shud go to xchange my NRIC back. Think DOWN SLOPE, HEELS, no rain, but BLISTER.
When i reached the interchange, i realised due to a renovation of the berth, my bus's berth has been temporarily shifted to 100m away from the interchange. So i had to walk back. *(&*%^%#^%$R()*)XUIYSI....
I was so glad to come back to Jurong, it was as if i had left the country for ages & finally returned....n den i decided to reward my bruised self wif some sinful prata & indian rojak, food which i oni dream of eating on normal days. But since today is no normal day, i braved the blister & walked abit more to my dirty-but-tasty Zhang Dian to get it.
Den I ate my lunch & concussed for the next 3 hours.
So now, i'm tired, fat, blistered & low-morale. Wad a fantabulous Monday. ¶ J poppycocked at 8:32:00 PM