That's what I heard anyway.
It's a good thing I cab everyday to work and back, minimising all risks of infection.
ROFL.
cabbinghabitjustified.
We'd made plans and had reserved a table in Butter Factory earlier in the week. But as the news of infection within Butter Factory and other places broke out, we decided to cancel our table and postpone my farewell party.
Had a small dinner with Joyce and Wendy instead at The Central's Mr Curry!
Ilovethefood!
Now I'm FATTER.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
JUSTIN FINALLY BOUGHT ME THE BRAUN BUFFEL 1887!!
<3
WENT FOR MEDICAL CHECK UP AND SIGNING OF EMPLOYMENT LETTER ON FRIDAY, AND IT TOOK THE HR GUY 2 HOURS + TO BRIEF THROUGH ALL THE LITTLE PARTS OF THE CONTRACT.
WTF.
THE MEDICAL CHECK UP AT TANJONG PAGAR COMPLEX'S ONE STOP MEDICAL WAS DISGUSTING. THEY DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A PROPER CLINIC TOILET TO PEE IN FOR THE URINE TEST. I HAD TO GO TO THE PUBLIC LOO WHICH WAS SO DIRTY I COULDN'T BREATHE.
*SHUDDERS*
THE X RAY MACHINE WAS DIRTY, AND LIZARD SHIT WAS STUCK IN CREVICES AND WALLS.
THE BED USED FOR BODY INSPECTION HAD WAS DIRTY AS WELL, AND BROWN, FOREIGN SUBSTANCES WERE STAINED ON IT.
*SHUDDERS*
THE OLD MAN WHO DID THE BLOOD TESTING DIDN'T SEEM PROFESSIONAL FOR HE WORE A TORN PLASTIC KITCHEN APRON WITH MONKEY PATTERNS ON IT, AND FAILED TO DRAW BLOOD ACCURATELY THE FIRST TIME.
HE DREW OUT AIR INSTEAD. I SAW MY POOR VEIN TURN WHITE. HE TRIED TO DRAW BLOOD FROM THE BACK OF MY HANDS BUT I REFUSED AND TOLD HIM TO DRAW FROM MY LEFT ARM INSTEAD.
THAT OLD FART STABBED INTO MY VEINS WHILE I PRAYED FOR BLOOD. LOL.
HE DREW A SYRINGE OF BLOOD. WHEN HE WITHDREW THE NEEDLE, BLOOD SQUIRTED. OMG.
I LITERALLY SAW STARS.
FELT FAINT. BUT WAS STABLE ENOUGH TO STUMBLE OUT OF THE CLINIC.
I FELT SO DIRTY AFTER THE EXPERIENCE THAT WHEN I GOT TO GO HOME AFTER FINISHING Y HALF DAY'S WORK, I SCRUBBED MYSELF DOWN.
URGH!!!
I FEEL DIRTIED AT THE THOUGHT OF THE EXPERIENCE. EEEKS.
>_<
<3
WENT FOR MEDICAL CHECK UP AND SIGNING OF EMPLOYMENT LETTER ON FRIDAY, AND IT TOOK THE HR GUY 2 HOURS + TO BRIEF THROUGH ALL THE LITTLE PARTS OF THE CONTRACT.
WTF.
THE MEDICAL CHECK UP AT TANJONG PAGAR COMPLEX'S ONE STOP MEDICAL WAS DISGUSTING. THEY DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A PROPER CLINIC TOILET TO PEE IN FOR THE URINE TEST. I HAD TO GO TO THE PUBLIC LOO WHICH WAS SO DIRTY I COULDN'T BREATHE.
*SHUDDERS*
THE X RAY MACHINE WAS DIRTY, AND LIZARD SHIT WAS STUCK IN CREVICES AND WALLS.
THE BED USED FOR BODY INSPECTION HAD WAS DIRTY AS WELL, AND BROWN, FOREIGN SUBSTANCES WERE STAINED ON IT.
*SHUDDERS*
THE OLD MAN WHO DID THE BLOOD TESTING DIDN'T SEEM PROFESSIONAL FOR HE WORE A TORN PLASTIC KITCHEN APRON WITH MONKEY PATTERNS ON IT, AND FAILED TO DRAW BLOOD ACCURATELY THE FIRST TIME.
HE DREW OUT AIR INSTEAD. I SAW MY POOR VEIN TURN WHITE. HE TRIED TO DRAW BLOOD FROM THE BACK OF MY HANDS BUT I REFUSED AND TOLD HIM TO DRAW FROM MY LEFT ARM INSTEAD.
THAT OLD FART STABBED INTO MY VEINS WHILE I PRAYED FOR BLOOD. LOL.
HE DREW A SYRINGE OF BLOOD. WHEN HE WITHDREW THE NEEDLE, BLOOD SQUIRTED. OMG.
I LITERALLY SAW STARS.
FELT FAINT. BUT WAS STABLE ENOUGH TO STUMBLE OUT OF THE CLINIC.
I FELT SO DIRTY AFTER THE EXPERIENCE THAT WHEN I GOT TO GO HOME AFTER FINISHING Y HALF DAY'S WORK, I SCRUBBED MYSELF DOWN.
URGH!!!
I FEEL DIRTIED AT THE THOUGHT OF THE EXPERIENCE. EEEKS.
>_<
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
BAD MUSSELS, BAD, BAD, MUSSELS!
I tendered my resignation on Monday, but it was held back by the Temporary Manager (TM) who was taking over Nic the Quitting Manager (QM).
Though I'd addressed the letter of resignation to QM, by passing K, the V-Biotene dog breathe, the TM refused to let it rest and insisted on taking over the task of deciding on my love letter's fate.
-.-!
Perhaps he was afraid of being tasked with the job of looking for a new candidate, he refused to let me resign, and tortured my mind with a very, very long one on one talk where he literally tried to sell the whole company to me.
I was temporarily swayed ( for a day), until yesterday morning when the Earth shaking news of came: THREE MANAGERS were sacked, because the Healthcare department was not making enough money. In fact, the HEC has been in the red for MANY years.
The news jolted me a little and I was more convinced of quitting. And since the TM was not going to let me go anytime soon, I went back to the QM and told him I was really determined to quit.
Sales talk can't stop me from moving on.
The TM didn't even bother increasing my pay so there really wasn't much point in staying.
(I later found out that the company couldn't afford to anyway.)
So the QM took the love letter, and put it through to HR.
Now I've officially resigned.
I had to somehow celebrate, right?
So I met up with Aunty Sindy for dinner and some shopping, where she bought a pair of shoes for her coming D&D, and then we went for dinner at Illuma's Empire State.
The food was nice, except for the bad mussels served. The lack of freshness of the mussels were masked with shit loads of cheese and seasoning, which explained why I could finish the whole lot of it without feeling weird until I started drinking loads of water, realising that my breathe smelt like dead mussels.
YUCK.
Not soon after I started vomiting, yada yada yada... and here I am.
Went to the bloody polyclinic, where today's patients were largely FLU patients. I thought if I declared myself non- flu, I would get a faster service.
BUT I WAS WRONG. I sat at the clinic and waited for almost an hour before the doctor unlocked his room to allow me in. WTF.
And when I stared at his screen (I thought he was having some tryst with a patient or something, to lock his room and take forever!), I saw a window with FACEBOOK-HOME.
WTF.
YOU'RE A DOCTOR, TASKED WITH THE IMPORTANT TASK OF TREATING PATIENTS!! But instead, he was locking himself in his cubicle playing facebook?!
TSK!
Anyway, I shall search his name out and add him if possible. He looked kinda young.
TSK!!
Though I'd addressed the letter of resignation to QM, by passing K, the V-Biotene dog breathe, the TM refused to let it rest and insisted on taking over the task of deciding on my love letter's fate.
-.-!
Perhaps he was afraid of being tasked with the job of looking for a new candidate, he refused to let me resign, and tortured my mind with a very, very long one on one talk where he literally tried to sell the whole company to me.
I was temporarily swayed ( for a day), until yesterday morning when the Earth shaking news of came: THREE MANAGERS were sacked, because the Healthcare department was not making enough money. In fact, the HEC has been in the red for MANY years.
The news jolted me a little and I was more convinced of quitting. And since the TM was not going to let me go anytime soon, I went back to the QM and told him I was really determined to quit.
Sales talk can't stop me from moving on.
The TM didn't even bother increasing my pay so there really wasn't much point in staying.
(I later found out that the company couldn't afford to anyway.)
So the QM took the love letter, and put it through to HR.
Now I've officially resigned.
I had to somehow celebrate, right?
So I met up with Aunty Sindy for dinner and some shopping, where she bought a pair of shoes for her coming D&D, and then we went for dinner at Illuma's Empire State.
The food was nice, except for the bad mussels served. The lack of freshness of the mussels were masked with shit loads of cheese and seasoning, which explained why I could finish the whole lot of it without feeling weird until I started drinking loads of water, realising that my breathe smelt like dead mussels.
YUCK.
Not soon after I started vomiting, yada yada yada... and here I am.
Went to the bloody polyclinic, where today's patients were largely FLU patients. I thought if I declared myself non- flu, I would get a faster service.
BUT I WAS WRONG. I sat at the clinic and waited for almost an hour before the doctor unlocked his room to allow me in. WTF.
And when I stared at his screen (I thought he was having some tryst with a patient or something, to lock his room and take forever!), I saw a window with FACEBOOK-HOME.
WTF.
YOU'RE A DOCTOR, TASKED WITH THE IMPORTANT TASK OF TREATING PATIENTS!! But instead, he was locking himself in his cubicle playing facebook?!
TSK!
Anyway, I shall search his name out and add him if possible. He looked kinda young.
TSK!!
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
BRAIN-INACTIVATED.
My tummy's getting bigger, while my brain is getting smaller.
With every pounding headache, I could feel my brains shrink.
I'm not pregnant, just getting FATTER.
Doctors at the polyclinics are scared to death of H1N1 though death rate is so much lower than the common FLU.
Tsk.
As a doctor, you should know better, right?
Was at the clinic this afternoon to get my gums checked. My gums had swelled so badly that I couldn't even speak properly.
Had to get it checked. The pain had also started to cause a huge headache and the pain was really starting to incapacitate me.
Saw Farah and Sing Ho in the same RED ZONE as me. I suppose they'd both gotten the flu too.
I blame the stupid weather for it.
With every pounding headache, I could feel my brains shrink.
I'm not pregnant, just getting FATTER.
Doctors at the polyclinics are scared to death of H1N1 though death rate is so much lower than the common FLU.
Tsk.
As a doctor, you should know better, right?
Was at the clinic this afternoon to get my gums checked. My gums had swelled so badly that I couldn't even speak properly.
Had to get it checked. The pain had also started to cause a huge headache and the pain was really starting to incapacitate me.
Saw Farah and Sing Ho in the same RED ZONE as me. I suppose they'd both gotten the flu too.
I blame the stupid weather for it.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Late night with Uncle Nelson and Aunty Sindy at Balestier GV.
Angel & Demons.
Was interesting. An "intellectual" film that got me thinking and at the same time, disturbed me.
Tonight was a fun night out with Shirley shopping around Suntec.
We'd discovered that even with money, there were very little things that we wanted to buy, simply because 'Things' these days are no longer unique, interesting, nor intriguing.
Nothing attracts us to those 'things' anymore.
Everything is either over priced, or simply inferior in quality.
The only thing that we spent on the whole night out, was on food.
We had dinner at Souperlicious! The portions were generous, and the Beef Goulash that I ordered had chunks of Beef, Carrots and Green Pepper in it.
For $11.55 for a whole set with either Salad, Sandwich or Rice/Pasta and a choice of Peach or Lemon tea to choose from, it was really worth it.
If one is on a budget, I suggest ordering the single Regular soup (about $6) by itself. The soup itself is already filling.
We each bought a box of Royce Chocolate and went window shopping in the Braun Buffel boutique where the bag I'd wanted since last year had finally gone out of stock.
*Sigh*.
Now Justin has the perfect excuse not to buy me my 21st Birthday present despite being together for almost a bloody year.
It's time I go look for someone more trustworthy. Justin just never fulfills his promises.
Angel & Demons.
Was interesting. An "intellectual" film that got me thinking and at the same time, disturbed me.
Tonight was a fun night out with Shirley shopping around Suntec.
We'd discovered that even with money, there were very little things that we wanted to buy, simply because 'Things' these days are no longer unique, interesting, nor intriguing.
Nothing attracts us to those 'things' anymore.
Everything is either over priced, or simply inferior in quality.
The only thing that we spent on the whole night out, was on food.
We had dinner at Souperlicious! The portions were generous, and the Beef Goulash that I ordered had chunks of Beef, Carrots and Green Pepper in it.
For $11.55 for a whole set with either Salad, Sandwich or Rice/Pasta and a choice of Peach or Lemon tea to choose from, it was really worth it.
If one is on a budget, I suggest ordering the single Regular soup (about $6) by itself. The soup itself is already filling.
We each bought a box of Royce Chocolate and went window shopping in the Braun Buffel boutique where the bag I'd wanted since last year had finally gone out of stock.
*Sigh*.
Now Justin has the perfect excuse not to buy me my 21st Birthday present despite being together for almost a bloody year.
It's time I go look for someone more trustworthy. Justin just never fulfills his promises.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Probation in DK ended on Friday, Saturday was spent with his family, a day out at the park.
Life is mundane.
And everyday I'm going to work sour faced and depressed.
Long gone is the cheer.
*sigh*
The Queen Bitch is at it again, with too much damn time in her hands.
She's been trying to evict me with threats and packed luggages of my belongings at the corridoor.
Fucking sick and tired of it.
Life is mundane.
And everyday I'm going to work sour faced and depressed.
Long gone is the cheer.
*sigh*
The Queen Bitch is at it again, with too much damn time in her hands.
She's been trying to evict me with threats and packed luggages of my belongings at the corridoor.
Fucking sick and tired of it.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Community work on Sunday got the cell member sweating our heads off, and honestly, I saw little point in offering free coffee to retirees living in LANDED PROPERTIES in Joo Chiat.
Those above 50 and willing to go for free coffee would've most probably be retired prostitutes... or pimps.
We had doors slammed in our faces, and dogs unleashed on us.
But thank God the dogs were toy breeds and the fiercer ones were tightly leashed up.
>_<
I've been troubled the whole week since the acceptance of employment at AVA.
I don't know when to resign!
Should I do it now, or later, when the employment letter has been drafted?
I've absolutely NO IDEA!
At the same time, I want a short rest before I start work.
Ughness.
Apparently the relatives thinks I'm too fat to be a bridesmaid and that the seemingly more and more aneorexic looking Chipped Sapphire should do the job.
I WAS bothered for a brief while, but then I got over it.
I'm not too thrilled about having huge amounts of cosmetics on my face.
AND NO WISH TO CONTROL MY DIET!
=D
Those above 50 and willing to go for free coffee would've most probably be retired prostitutes... or pimps.
We had doors slammed in our faces, and dogs unleashed on us.
But thank God the dogs were toy breeds and the fiercer ones were tightly leashed up.
>_<
I've been troubled the whole week since the acceptance of employment at AVA.
I don't know when to resign!
Should I do it now, or later, when the employment letter has been drafted?
I've absolutely NO IDEA!
At the same time, I want a short rest before I start work.
Ughness.
Apparently the relatives thinks I'm too fat to be a bridesmaid and that the seemingly more and more aneorexic looking Chipped Sapphire should do the job.
I WAS bothered for a brief while, but then I got over it.
I'm not too thrilled about having huge amounts of cosmetics on my face.
AND NO WISH TO CONTROL MY DIET!
=D
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