Alas it has come to this. Perfectly hidden in my little cubbyhole as I munch on my coldstorage-sushi, which unfortunately has a tad too much wasabi causing uncontrollable fits that has to be kept silent. Through my immense suffering, my mind turned once again to this blog; my only solace to fully explain my predicament and perhaps even snag me some sympathy points from female readers, dare I say.
That's right! Its day 5 of working for my country and the situation is getting dire. I had rightfully assumed that I was off to a good start. After all, I began on the 3rd of February 2009, which coincidently is the 9th day of the Lunar New Year, which to my ang moh friends among you readers is a super duper auspicious day. My boss was hospitalised ensuring that I will have work and will be able to seize the chance to read up on this industry and appear knowledgeable when he returned.
Furthermore, my desk is located on a different floor from the rest of the department ensuring peace and quiet; in terms of work assigned meaning I get nothing. Ah, how was I to know that these factors would all serve to my downfall. I relish the day when I will look back at this and laugh. (Personally, I hope that day is next week. *Fingers crossed*)
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As you can see, my desk is in an ideal location. Nobody walks by it and I have a window location. This however also means that nobody knows when I am there. Sitting around me are 3 supposed colleagues in my department. Supposed because none of them are ever there! One moved upstairs, another is on MC (my boss) and finally the last person is never around. I suspect he could be avoiding me after all I wasn’t invited to lunch! Thus, my relating of the sad predicament above.
I am soooooooo saaaaaad. Why wouldn't people have lunch with me.
My only daily interaction is with the cleaning lady when she comes to clear my wastepaper basket twice a day. Oh the follies of man, I shouldn't have planned for this so perfectly. Too perfectly...
That's right! Its day 5 of working for my country and the situation is getting dire. I had rightfully assumed that I was off to a good start. After all, I began on the 3rd of February 2009, which coincidently is the 9th day of the Lunar New Year, which to my ang moh friends among you readers is a super duper auspicious day. My boss was hospitalised ensuring that I will have work and will be able to seize the chance to read up on this industry and appear knowledgeable when he returned.
Furthermore, my desk is located on a different floor from the rest of the department ensuring peace and quiet; in terms of work assigned meaning I get nothing. Ah, how was I to know that these factors would all serve to my downfall. I relish the day when I will look back at this and laugh. (Personally, I hope that day is next week. *Fingers crossed*)
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WallWallWall_ --------------_ WallWallWall
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_________WindowWindow
- : Cubicles
X : Me
As you can see, my desk is in an ideal location. Nobody walks by it and I have a window location. This however also means that nobody knows when I am there. Sitting around me are 3 supposed colleagues in my department. Supposed because none of them are ever there! One moved upstairs, another is on MC (my boss) and finally the last person is never around. I suspect he could be avoiding me after all I wasn’t invited to lunch! Thus, my relating of the sad predicament above.
I am soooooooo saaaaaad. Why wouldn't people have lunch with me.
My only daily interaction is with the cleaning lady when she comes to clear my wastepaper basket twice a day. Oh the follies of man, I shouldn't have planned for this so perfectly. Too perfectly...
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