jeudi, septembre 02, 2004 KillMeNow#6 - The Meaning Behind All My B*tching Thank you for participating in my little 6-month long b*tch-a-thon about the trials and tribulations of being a Facilities Manager. I've always maintained that my job was given by God, but I've started questioning the goodness of this outcome, especially when my sanity is being worn thin by stupid events. Recently, I've also started thinking that perhaps I was wrong - perhaps this job wasn't given by God, and maybe I choose this job myself. After all, I sort of did, when I said that I didn't mind HELPING OUT my colleague with some of her workload. I did NOT sign up for the whole shebang - lock, stock, smoking (crap) barrel too.So six months later, here are my vital statistics: hokkien fluency: improved much; chinese fluency: improved much; white hair: more; tolerance for contractors: zero to negative; temper: volatile as ever; sense of style: impeccable as always; new ability: able to check for building defects in high heels; new short-term ambition: to buy a portable power drill (with extra drill-bit kit!) So I am effectively UNEMPLOYABLE, is what I mean to say. I've gone for an interview, and the interviewer asked me: "So why do you want to change lines?" I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE LINES, THIS ISN'T MY LINE IN THE FIRST PLACE. But maybe, just maybe, tonight provided the solution to my silly little problem of a stupid job. Tonight, my grandmother's house cracked. Badly. Two doors away from her terrace house, a temple was rebuilding itself. With a basement. So hi-ho, hi-ho, they dig, dig, dig. The neighbour right beside her just renovated before they moved in. So hi-ho, hi-ho, they build build build. PUB just installed some pipelines or power lines or something on the road outside her house. So hi-ho, hi-ho, they dig, dig, dig. Two other houses along her road are also renovating. So hi-ho, hi-ho, they build build build. Then my grandma's house went crack crack crack and pop pop pop. Walls crack and tiles have popped out of their places, some cracking. There are huge, ugly cracks in the house now, and my aunt and my grandma fear that there will be a cave-in soon. They are now staying at our place indefinitely. I went in to take pictures, and will be writing a report that they will probably show to whoever it is that they want to report this problem to. If this is why I had to slog 6 months through shit and high-water, so that I could help my grandma, then I think... it's worth it. Mood: Pensive [KillMeNow#6 - The Meaning Behind All My B*tching] |
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