Six more hours to go, and we can all hug and shout:
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One of my colleagues, A, is very well-known for her blurry-ness. It’s as if she was born to be this blur. She constantly lost her parking tickets and had to pay for the fine. It’s also a common sight to see her wondering around the parking area because she forgot where she parked her car. She could also leave her laptop in a fast food restaurant after finishing her lunch. Talking about blur in the office is like talking about her. :D Yesterday after a workshop session, I volunteered to bring back her keyboard as she had to work in another shop until night time, and it wouldn’t be safe for her to leave her huge keyboard in her car. Before leaving the office, I double and triple-checked with her that she knew the location of my house. When I noticed that she seemed blur – as usual – I took out a pen and a piece of paper and drew a map for her, while explaining the direction. Whenever I reached a cross junction, she would insist there was a traffic light. I patiently said: No. There is no traffic light here. After a few times, I noticed that she might have thought of it from another route. It’s not convenient for her to go from that route. So I told her: You will only see traffic lights if you go from another route. With this route, there is no traffic light. And here is how these 2 routes join together. She said she understood, and that she will give me a call if she lost her way then. So with all the names of the landmarks properly written and drawn, I passed her the map. At 10:30 p.m, another colleague called me up and said that A is now coming to my place. I believed it was because A’s mobile phone is running out of battery – again. This is very normal for her. She always forget to charge up her mobile phone. I waited until 11:00 p.m. No one came. I tried to reach her on her mobile, and of course, I got the ‘please try later‘ message. 11:15 p.m… Still no one came. 11:35 p.m… Finally she rang. Eh. I couldn’t find your place. And apparently I went to the wrong place. I went to your old house… What else I can say? Or maybe: Miss A. I moved to this new house one year ago, and you knew it… :D My family’s new house was in a terribly messy state during construction. Take a look at these:
I can still remember the foul smell in the house whenever I see these photos. I heard they pee-ed around… :/ Continue reading PhotoHunt: Messy. » While DARL needed to go to the big mall again, I tagged along to go get some meat in the supermarket. When we were in the multiple car park, I suddenly remembered a funny incident happened a few days ago when we were there shopping. As we drove in the parking area to find a parking space on the day after Christmas, the car park was kinda full. Everyone was desperately hunting for people who were about to leave. DARL was driving and suddenly, he laughed really loud. I didn’t know what happened and I looked at the direction he was looking. I saw an auntie driving a Kembara, and was trying to reverse and park her car. Nothing funny, except that there was already a Kancil occupying that parking lot. :D This was what she was trying to do:
Have a great evening everyone! :D Of all the inefficient people that I hate, there is one in particular that I hate most now. It changes my view on ‘inefficiency’. Now I think it’s OK to be inefficient, but it’s NOT OK to be inefficient and at the same time with tons of excuses and push the responsibilities to others, and then shoot arrow at their back! My first day at work after the long holiday was greeted by this fella at work whom I was forced to work with. While I planned to be in the office after lunch hour, a colleague IM-ed me just right before I was about to leave: “Eh, did H asked something from you and you said no?” Let’s just name the inefficient fella H. I didn’t know what she was referring to at first, and suddenly something came to my mind. I knew what was that. 30 minutes later one of my superiors, N called and asked. I told him the whole story. It’s not difficult for me to tell, I have extremely good memory when it comes to situation like this, and I can go into extreme details, even every single word during the conversation. The incident happened “Oh, I’ve got your email. But I haven’t had the time to reply yet.” Dude, the email was sent to you at least 2 days ago. So busy ah? Continue reading Inefficiency with Excuses. » |
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