itchiness forecast
mom's getting a bit restless nowadays. especially if she called at night around 8-ish and i'm still at the office.
u could hear the thick hmmphh resonating through amplified from one celcom basestation to the other all the way from kota tinggi.
well if that was for me than the hmmph probably is thicker for eha cuz she practically sleeps at the hospital so i guess i was the lower bound in the equation.
looking at previous trend this itchy behaviour of hers is seasonal and can be usually forecasted to become more temperamental towards the end of year where wedding bells are ringing loud n fast. i can rightfully predict then, the hmmph is gathering momentum towards a full blast lecture storm come raya.

shoddy affair

oh for fucks sake lord help me what kind of shit are you giving me? dont' you have any artistic inclination at all?

- well i dare say no one's ever complained about my slides before but i guess the level of shittiness have a wide range of variablity and by usual standards i usually ranked above average, but since you guys introduced a whole new meaning to absurdity and actually rank slides by levels of sexiness, i guess we need to realign our measures and you need to reset your expectations by reducing the notch a few exponents down.
(nope. i dindt say it out loud i just blinked and swallowed)

following gov's new bband initiative target of x% bla bla we can save a y million if your company do a,b &c. that's a fuckload of savings we can give for you for just paying an extra z million for hiring us.

guys..can i know how u came by the figure x, y and z?

it's a system called POMA. u never heard of it?

err. not really. whassat?

those are numbers Pulled Outta My Ass.

word by word quote, i'm now living in a colorful dictionary world.


other parts of the food chain

am now looking at the light at the end of the tunnel. blinding.
the light of freedom. twoo weeekkkksss to gooooo!!!

i need to hash out some numbers on str*myx fault resolution today.oh the mind numbing joy of number crunching. so i was thinking what the heck anything's better than being in a cooped up room with a bunch of annoying workaholics.

so anyway there i was voluntarily spending the day at the v*ds call center..listening to as much calls as i can without resorting to suicide.
and it is not an experience that i would wish on my meanest enemy.
it's just pure torture
if you think your job sux then please, by all possible means, even if you have to knock out the security guard out cold, just barge past him and spend a few hours at the str*myx call center.
that's where you will find out that your job is a bed of roses compared to theirs.
forget being a poor farmer or a fisherman or a bricklayer. at least they are not being mentally tortured, having their physcological health shredded to pieces while being cemented to their chair the whole day, with zero possiblities of an escape route.

i was there with another colleague.. and before long both of us were already a depressed pair. after listening to a painful 20 minutes of one of the agent trying to help a customer locate 'control panel' ..and another 10 minutes of a thoroughly absurd explanation on 'ping is not a color' that colleague simply walks out to the nearest exit. i stayed on to hear a completely racist caller demanding not to have a 'malay male' handling his calls, because, according to his years of living experience, an agent who fits the category of being both Malay and Male, will tell him that his internet problem is due to CKC cable problem and hence will refuse to help him with his connection issues. This hyphothesis is apprently justified by the fact that his brother is a computer engineer, and therefore we shouldn't judge his intelect on the fact that they shared the same gene pool. And so the conversation is basically littered by his intelligent retort of 'you need to troubleshoot me!' every few minutes or so. I know the caller is an Indian based on the accent, but I reserve any further comment on this as not to sink down to the same racist level of this idiot.


But that, was the point where I have to go out to take a breather to preserve my sanity.
and suddenly.. i felt like i have the most wonderful job in the world..
well, at least for 5 brief minutes...that was my chain of thoughts. that.. and imagining future technologies will have IVRs that allow agents to poke the eyes of computer illiterate (and racist) callers.just for the general merriment of all call center agents in the world.

found out the extend of my temper today.
used to thought that i have an emotional range of a teaspoon, you know, like the usual happy>sad>mad cycle with a slight variation of the happy portion, being either really happy or just indifferent. used to be able to contain my anger and deal with things reasonably because i have world record endurance(says me). let's just say that i used to rather err on the side of pleasing people.

i dint know i that i had the ability to go scathingly hopping mad and give no regards people around me, spew out curses to the unsuspecting casualties (most of the time they deserve it) and just plain make myself a radioactive speciment. don't come near without protective space suits.

let's just say that stress, and f*cking annoying consultants just brought out the worse in me. and let's just hope that the habit of hissing at every innocent passersby in the discussion that displays the slightest sign of idiocy will die down as this project ends.

hisss..

i'm now no longer in my comfort zone. the new assignment's a strange territory and we are all crazily trying to grasp a foothold. it was nevertheless fun to explore unchartered waters.. but if the consultant frowned at me again and blurt out that condescending this-is-easy-math talk i sure as hell will gut out his beer belly belly.

and because the daily traffic to work is driving me nuts, in a crazy bid to beat it i am now in a dark office at 6.20 am. totally empty highways and i could just lalala pick my own parking lot.take that, traffic! and now all i have to do is wait 2 more hours for the others to arrive.