Sod off!

I have been very angsty this past 2-3 weeks, and the only reason I can peg my anger to and me suddenly rattling of foul language like a loose cannon is my growing resentment and lack of respect for my down right lousy boss.

These are examples of the kind of toxic sarcastic things she says to her "team"

"You guys do all the work and I will just turn up onsite to get the credit"
"I honestly doubt how genuine your timesheet is"
"I hope you are not going to take any more time off or sick leave"
"Just hire a few more account executives to put up signs"

I am so pissed. And I now have the down right arsed luck to have to work with her on a particular project, very very closely. The client is a long time friend of hers, and instead of guiding me and including me in their correspondence so I am up to date with the progress, she opts to take everything offline and only when I send an e-mail reminding the client to deliever things to us by the stipulated time does she pipe and say something, copying in the client making me look like a fool. Both her and our business development manager do this, like a frikin tag team.

I am sick of this, as she has done this to me before, and only backed off when I told her that I felt that her butting in made it seem like our office has poor internal communication. I feel that I cannot grow under this woman. She is approaching retirement and just wants to gain personal glory and build a substantial nest egg for her single sorry divorced self. She does not care at all for her team and is so narrow minded that she only has the interests of ONE client at heart, that of ther friend, neglecting and under resourcing the rest of the teams until one of the managers had to literally beg for staff.

She is by far, the fucking worst boss I have ever come across, and not only that, she plays favourites in the office, woo hoo... you have succesfully demoralized everyone you frickin turd.

That's it, I'm sending in my resume to all those jobs I've book marked last week on jobsdb.

Yes, it has come to a point where I am now surfing job sites in the office.

What a bitch.

Mid May: Bangkok- for pleasure
End May: Seoul- for work
Mid July: London & Prague- for pleasure

This also means I am going to be spendng every cent of my monthly paycheck.

Like that how.

Morbido Weirdo

About a year ago I contemplated long and hard about whether I should take up a job at a morgue. Of course the fact that I was actually seriously considering the post made my coursemates recoil in horror and disgust, and which no doubt, did nothing to improve my social standing in the class because subsequently, they started to speak to me in hushed tones almost like I was going to whip out a chainsaw and rip them to shreds or disect them just for fun (hmmmm).

One of my coursemates made it a point to tell me that morgue workers in Singapore were predominantly Indian nationals with only a handful of locals taking up the job, which I suppose played a big part in me deciding that it probably was a foolish idea after all.

What can I say, I am absolutely fascinated with anatomy, anatomy in some sort of grotesque artistic sense, the intricate workings of the human body and in particular, our individual thresholds for pain and suffering. I also find the minds of serial killers, sado masochists, paedophiles, self flagellists, cannibals, pathological torturers, extremely fascinating, you get the drift.

Through the course of the year, I have begun to realise that these...interests...of mine should be kept a little more private, because any mention of it seems to evoke some nervous laughter or comments along the lines of 'eee Jo...you are so morbid'.

Perhaps apperances should be kept up for some normality.

The 2nd Quarter

April is when I will get to stay grounded in Singapore for an entire month, I am absolutely looking forward to it.
Everyone in the office has been stretched really thin this first quarter and things are not letting up in the second quarter.
I just hope this equates to a BIG fat bonus and some other incentives. Ha. Like that would ever happen.

SEOUL
Work wise: 6 days of absolute torture! The two lasses I was with kept my sanity in check, them and the dinners we had, beer and shoju (sake equivilant). The one night that was particularly difficult for me was when we were holed up after the madness of the day, sleep deprived, cold and hungry, collating 1000 meeting folders by hand. I had to dig deep for inner strength. This trip was also the one trip when I blew up at a poor AV technician who was caught in the crossfire of the mini war I was having with his manager. I have always promised myself that fuck ups and emergencies on site can be dealt with with grace, integrity, compassion and fortitude. My tolerance threshold for 'rolling with the punches' was however, breeched this time round, and I only remember getting really hot and light headed and repeating "This is not acceptable!" a few times over.

I will not let this happen again.

Play wise: Lump came up for 5 and a half days for a bit of play after a month of busyness on both our ends and we explored Seoul in 3 and a half. These will be written over the next few posts, because the individual experiences are deserving of an entry each. Wow wee. Oscar the Octopusss, I will do your death justice and write of your legacy!

Best memory of SeoulSteaming hot bowls of Nong Shin noodles with one egg cracked in eaten on a particularly cold night, in a make shift street side hawker tent with my most favourite person.

Now, THAT is what it's all about.