Tuesday, June 05, 2007

The last day of work at the 鸟不生蛋 place

OK, feeling so mentally drained. Orientation for the past few days was like back to lecture theatres --- lots of things to learn. That I shall touch on it another day.



Last day of work at previous office was 1 June 2007. Had already cleared the payroll 2 days before that. With the help of my temp staff, we managed to clear the leave files and re-arrange the recruitment files in a more systematic manner.

Wat irks me was that on the morning, there was still some changes on the training booking to be made. Training (for rev company colleagues) was like starting next week. Even the other party was commenting to me she have never see such an organisation changing the dates so many times. Haiz what can I do, have to say it's part of their culture....


My SP was so sweet, even though she has not gotten her pay, she gave me 2 cans of nescafe and rocher as farewell gift. She was under me for less than 2 weeks , yet she knew my "office snacking habits? Just hope my fellow colleague wun bully her when I am not around.

Well, early in the morning, another colleague fr other dept whom I dealt with came to passed me a present. When i returned home to unwrap the gift, u can imagine my surprise when I saw...


So thoughtful of them, wonder how they know i like purple .

Another Senior Manager (BC) from another department also have something for me. Though she said it's becos I had helped her with her temp staff recruitment, i felt pai-seh cos it was part of my job.

Uncle Glenn , the colleague whom i really impressed by his mannerism and look up to him as a role model (though i have to say, as a gal, i can't be possibly apply some gentleman gestures he did into my life. as in, for the case of opening doors for others, i can open doors for female colleagues, but it would be weird if i "rush" to open doors for guys right?) , knew that i had lots of barang barang to take home, was nice enough to check with me if I would like a ride to Bugis as he is meeting his friend for dinner ard the area. And it was only during the ride that he found out I am a Hainanese and revealed that he and his wife are Hainanese too. It was exactly the same feeling last year when I found out that a friend of mine , HL, whom i can "click" with, even though we only met once briefly 2 years ago, is also of the same dialect group.

Of cos there came the usual question : "do u speak hainanese".

and came the reply. "no. which is why relatives will say 'Hai nam nang boh bat gong hai nam whey.!"

Think that phrase is so common among Hainanese....LOL

Anyway, was dropped of at City Hall instead, cos he had considered I need sometime to pick up my 4 bags and an umbrella before i could alight from his car. Fortunately the bags weren't that heavy, and I decided to take MRT home instead.

Managed to get a seat during the peak hours by taking it down to Marina Bay first. I was rather tired and eyes were droopy. A few stops later, i noticed a heavily pregnant lady standing opposite me, and the passenger seated beside me , right under the sign "please give your seat to others who may need it more than you" , right facing of her, SUDDENLY falling asleep. Despite carrying lots of bags , (I had to admit for some seconds, i dun feel like leaving my seat) i could not bear to see her standing ,and offered my seat to her. Guessed i have managed to create the impression that I was alighting as a stop later, she sort of looked at me , wondering why i din get off. (and the lady beside her was awake liao...). Before she got off from the train, she took the effort to reach over to nudge said " I am getting off", signaling me to take back the seat. And guessed what, the lady seated beside her looked at us, and magically fallen into deep sleep the next second.

Guilt-ridden huh?

Not trying to be a Saint by mentioning the above, but somehow, I feel that it is because of the "good things" I had received from my colleagues during the day (the gifts and the ride) "induce" me to pass on an act kindness to other.

it is what one would term as "karma" ....

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