Felt terrible yesterday.
I was so mean to my part-time assistant. Alright the story went like this...
I was away in KL the day before yesterday and upon coming back to the office, I saw a stack of documents needed to be signed. Apart from that, there were exactly twenty two letters and the fun part was, she put all the appendices that needed to be attached together with the letter on my desk. The whole lot of it. After I signed the letters, called her up and asked her to deliver the letter and I did ask why did she put all the attachments on my desk. There were three thick appendices and twenty two copies each.
She replied merrily "Owh saya letak terus supaya senang kalau Madam nak post terus tak payah mintak dari saya dah."
I suddenly wasn't sure how the system works.
Now, the boss has to put the letters including all attachments inside an envelop and send it off? Should it not be the other way around?
Hangen.
I bit back "Please remind me why I hired you."
The face of 22 year old girl reddened.
After awhile I felt guilty. (Which I know I shouldn't)
However, today, I know why I was so pissed off.
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Friday, April 29, 2016
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Our Krik Krik Krik Moment
This happened few months back.
Alyssa and her Dad invited me for lunch at Black Canyon. Just the three of us. And I accepted.
It was Sunday afternoon, the place was crowded with people, like always. Upon arrival I saw them two was sitting at the end corner that faced the glass wall. Alyssa was grinning upon seeing me and I sat next to her. I ordered pasta. I couldn't remember what my ex ordered but I remember Alyssa had club sandwiches and chicken wings.
Alyssa did most of the talking and me did most of the eating. She told her Dad about her school stuffs and her best bud Awatif and Nabihah. She told him that she didn't do well in her Permata Pintar Negara quiz last year but this year she's gonna resit it again and try to get herself in. Permata Pintar is a programme organized by University Kebangsaan Malaysia which is in search of gifted children. Each kid that selected has to go through each different level. To summarize the programme, those gifted kids will be groomed by UKM. These kids need to pass Ujian UKM1, Ujian UKM2, successfully attended and completed School Holiday Camp (PCS), and Ujian UKM3 in order to be selected to join Kolej Permata Pintar. There're lotta Ujians needed to be passed.
"Daddy tau tak, Mama nak kawin dengan orang nama Zam." she blurted out whiletalking about herself and eating.
Krik... krik... krik...
"Finish your food Alyssa." said her Daddy, tried hard not to look like he's trying hard not to laugh.
We never discuss of this ever again.
Alyssa and her Dad invited me for lunch at Black Canyon. Just the three of us. And I accepted.
It was Sunday afternoon, the place was crowded with people, like always. Upon arrival I saw them two was sitting at the end corner that faced the glass wall. Alyssa was grinning upon seeing me and I sat next to her. I ordered pasta. I couldn't remember what my ex ordered but I remember Alyssa had club sandwiches and chicken wings.
Alyssa did most of the talking and me did most of the eating. She told her Dad about her school stuffs and her best bud Awatif and Nabihah. She told him that she didn't do well in her Permata Pintar Negara quiz last year but this year she's gonna resit it again and try to get herself in. Permata Pintar is a programme organized by University Kebangsaan Malaysia which is in search of gifted children. Each kid that selected has to go through each different level. To summarize the programme, those gifted kids will be groomed by UKM. These kids need to pass Ujian UKM1, Ujian UKM2, successfully attended and completed School Holiday Camp (PCS), and Ujian UKM3 in order to be selected to join Kolej Permata Pintar. There're lotta Ujians needed to be passed.
"Daddy tau tak, Mama nak kawin dengan orang nama Zam." she blurted out whiletalking about herself and eating.
Krik... krik... krik...
"Finish your food Alyssa." said her Daddy, tried hard not to look like he's trying hard not to laugh.
We never discuss of this ever again.
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