Tuesday, June 03, 2008
i dont hate the work.
i dont hate the boss.
i dont hate the people there.
i dont hate that there's alot of work.
i just hate off days, and the stress that comes with it.
can you imagine being called back every off day?
thats what happened the whole of last month.
eventually you just get irritated by it.
and if you're really not free on that day,
it comes to become your fault, your problem.
like its your responsibility,
like you're letting your sister die,
when you know donating an organ will let her live.
im about 99.99% sure the next time the same sms comes in,
something drastic will happen.
maybe then,
i'll be busy clearing away the smashed bits of the phone,
or patching the hole in the wall
-.-
[edited]
i think ive just figured out another reason i dont like work.
during attachment
when we were still at the main lab, the Oiltanking one,
that had a real feel of a lab at work.
seeing the number of people,
the many many machines,
the different departments,
i loved the environment,
and the feel of how the company was a big unit at work.
but now at the new Universal terminal,
there's only 2 departments,
the most no. of people working is like what,
7? or 10 at the most?
seems more like a housing unit then a working place.
it didnt have that LAB feel anymore somehow.
can we please move back,
so that i can have back the motivation to work? zzz
OH, not forgetting the taxi drivers.
not even ONE driver did not complain,
ALL grumbling about how far it is,
saying we should have told them it was this far in,
he wouldnt have taken us as his passengers,
(as if we had a choice not to go back in the first place)
then giving you the black face the rest of the ride.
I TELL YOU!!
you'll just feel like telling them,
oh please, shut up, and just drive.
[edited]
its not about the money,
its about the principle of taking away
something that you were supposed to have.
EVERY SINGLE WEEK.
stress ar stress.
i think waiting for the judge to decide,
on whether you will be sentenced to the death penalty,
also not that stress.
pardon me, but whatthehell.