Thursday, March 29, 2007

Goodness..a few months I don't check back and I see posts and essays flying everywhere! Well, considering how hard lj's trying to illicit a post from me by truly complimenting me on my brilliant time at Shitibank, I suppose I would have to oblige with a tidbit of my very own life update.

First things first, a big hello to th and simultaneously, a even bigger *toot* to you for trying to impose a "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I got here first!" type of post on all of us true country-serving patriots. Yup, agree with LJ on that. The going was tough, the life was harsh, but hey, at least its something that shapes us and moulds all of us to be better..I hope, right lj? *wink* Maybe immediately utilizing the brain after A's to go on to uni would be strategically sound, but nonetheless I have had a memorable experience being immersed in situations I had never dreamt of being in. When I mention this, I do not mention situations starting with the letter "s", and ending with "hit".

Anyways, on to my current daily routine. I am STILL a corporate loanshark, albeit of a senior one since I've been slogging at the same post for 4 months. 2 of my permanent staffs just resigned so my boss signed me on for yet another month before I head off into the sunset/HongKong with my colleagues! So...there goes my dream of evolving to a lifeform of higher purpose as well as being able to earn a much more respectable keep.

Nonetheless, I've encountered a few really fantastic moments during my course of dunning *this means, to call people to ask for payment!*. Everyone knows my main objective here would be to demand payment from those nasty debtors who scream/cry/curse/swear into the phone in all different languages and dialects, and while trying to maintain a facade of "Customer Service", we try to be friendly and listen to their life stories, whether its their birthdays or they're in labour or whatsoever before popping the holy question: "When are you going to pay up?"

Anyways, time for my riposte to lj. Instead of being as lucky as lj, being blessed with such wonderful male colleagues to learn his skills of the trade from, I'm seemingly laden and stuck in a department full of ladies amidst the paperwork. They don't really seem to be as fun as lj's soccer-loving colleagues, and they always crack jokes about the better sex. Sigh, such is the lifestyle of being the only boy stuck in an office of pretty women! *Seriously, lj, I envy you.* My neighbour never fails to fish for compliments everyday, or goes to great lengths to illustrate how many suitors she has while simultaneously, and successfully camouflaging it as an attempt to teach me how to woo girls. With the imbalance of ying and yang in the workplace, compounded by the swearing and cussing by our sincere customers on the phone and as a temporary staff, a new portfolio to handle, I find it apt to describe my mental state as a ming vase in a rodeo of bulls.

So happens that I thought I would be leaving the company for good. I promptly called up these few "loyal" customers, people who refuse to liaise with any other officer but me simply because I've heard their life stories more than 4 times. I had to inform them other officers would follow up with their whining/delaying, when one of them actually asked me out for tea!! Another actually asked me for my email so we could "keep in contact as friends" after I left..while another managed to dig up where I'm going afterwards, whereby upon revealing that I'm only a temp staff, goes on about wanting to meet up and thank me in person!

Oh my goodness, these people really believe I was listening to them as a friend! I am utterly ashamed of my personal development into a lifeless, emotionless pen-pusher. Somebody, anybody, save me!!

over to you, alew.

jiaho rocking off at 7:35 PM

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