Newbie At Work

Happy Chap Goh Mei to all bloggers. I'm secretly very happy the CNY has came to an end, and the kids go back to school as per normal. I don't know how many (parents) agree with me out there, but do you agree with the below?

I returned to work on 12th February, and I felt exactly like a newbie, on the first day of work. I felt down and blue on my first day, but I'm happy to announce now that I love going to work, haha. I don't know about you, but I do more (house chores) when I'm at home. Not to mention more shouting, more screaming, picking up toys like 100x a day. 

What else, oh, I watched Annie (2014) on Astro yesterday. Quite ok, the show. Modern.

This song makes me happy - Together At Last. 

And this song makes me "semangat" (and I mean, very semangat) - The City's Yours.

Lastly, the kids had Macdonald's Happy Meal last week, and these are their collections. I don't know these characters but I think they're cute.

Ok, bye!

Monday

This is the first time I blog about Monday at work. But before that, let me show you some of G's picture, before he had his haircut.

I have always wanted to cut his hair but I don't know how. So it's best to bring him to the barber to cut his hair. RM5 only per cut, so why not?

Ok, botak-ed !!

Nice?

Anyway, it was Dong Zhi yesterday, so we had some fun in the office by making "tang yuan" together, and boil them in ginger+pandan leave+sugar syrup.

I know, one day late, but my blog, my sukak, my like! 

Happy Dong Zhi everyone !

Lunch With The Sweet Girl

Yep, I had lunch with the sweetest girl on earth - Sheta! (Ok, actually we always have lunch like twice a month, in fact, we only had lunch about a week ago) but this time it's special coz she gave me my Christmas pressies! 

I felt so paiseh because I only gave her some (cute) "nonsense" when we met up last week (Hello Kitty bracelet, stickers and some cute soaps), but today, she gave me her hand-made card and a box of chocolates. Paiseh paiseh. Anyway, I want to say, thank you girl.

Ok, some wefie photos before lunch.

Thank you for the chocolates. 

P/S: Please ignore my plate of nasi kandar in front of me (we had a plate of nasi kandar with fried chicken each, and then, we shared another plate of mee goreng).

Here's the card.

Oh wait, there's my name written in front of the envelope.

Her precious hand-made bookmark and card.

And lastly, my chocolates! Am gonna gain 2kgs after today. 

I love you Sheta :)

Munch Munch Munch

What food/snacks you keep in your workstation? Here are mine (from left):

1) Usana meal replacement dutch chocolate formula

2) Tiger chocolate squares and round milk biscuits

3) Corn flakes

4) Toffee candies

5) Goreng-goreng snack (fried crabsticks)

I actually don't like to munch while I'm at work, it makes me fatter. Really.

But the problem with me is, when I see know there are food/snacks (right underneath my drawers), I must faster finish them. So you may say, the best is I don't buy any and refill the jars once I've finished them, BUT (but but but) I still buy and stock them up because it makes me feel "more secured" when I'm at work. 

Laugh all you want, yes, I feel "more secured" when I have food inside my drawer. Anyone here same with me ahh?

Lunch

Inspired by many bloggers, I shall do a really quick and simple post today - lunch post. 

Went for lunch with colleagues at this place, located somewhere at Subang New Village.

Heard they are popular for their soupy "loh shi fun". So our friend ordered this. To me, it was just so-so. Soup was bland. Need to add soy sauce+cili padi baru sedap.

Next came the ginger-duck yee-mein. Recommended by the lady boss. But to me, it was also just so-so only.

Ahh, here comes my favourite, the stewed claypot pork. I love the fatty pork, rich in collagen.

And there's the dry claypot "fei jau" fish, with shallots and ginger.

Lastly, some greens to complete the meal.

One person's share was RM14. There were 9 of us. Price ok. 

But make sure, if you want to eat here during lunch time, please tie up your hair, roll up your sleeves (if you are a guy) and wear sleeveless (if you are a girl), haha, the place is HOT HOT HOT !!  

Short, Sweet & Simple

Inspired by SK, today Princess Ribbon also wants to post something nice & short & sweet & simple & easy to understand.

Had lunch with colleagues at somewhere in Subang Jaya yesterday. Oh, wait, the place called Ho Ho Sek @ Chow Yang SS2. Didn't bother recognizing the place as I wasn't the one driving anyway. And, it was too sunny to take photo of the food court plus I'd look pretty silly standing under the scorching sun to take photo of the food court's name.

I ordered 'mun farn' plus an additional fried egg. RM7.00. To me, it's rice in 'banjir' eggy (wat-tan) gravy. Call me jakun. Yesterday was the first time I tried 'mun farn'.

So does this look like wat-tan-hor?

Rude

Somebody in the office has been acting really cold to me out of a sudden.

If you are reading this, you know who you are.

Your copyright, I know - We are in the middle of something, you just stop and cut off halfway.
That's just plain rude. That's so not you. 

I made initiatives (to chat). I made effort (to ask what's wrong). Don't say I didn't. 

But you cut off just like that. No replies. Nothing.

I hate no-replies.

I don't like.

Readers, don't get me wrong. It's not an affair. It's not even flirting, haha (Though I'm talking like it's one).

It's pure office related. Nothing personal.

He is a sweet guy. Approachable. Helpful. Reliable.

I know I can go to him if I need help.

He would help if he could. And he did. All I have to do is just ask.

I thank you for what you have done.

The Next In-Thing

So, this is the next in-thing that is happening in the office. Crunchy oats+cereals called Date & Fate (I'm NOT selling nor advertising for this product), but well, just to let you know what's happening in the office.

People sell, people buy, I also buy. That's it. I bet (most) girls are like that. You see others buy, you also want to buy.

Here's my Date & Fate, with the tagline - Date & Fate, bring us Fate & make us Date. 

Duh, so lame!

Very colourful individual packaging inside. It's good for munching in the office aka "itchy mouth" time. I like small individually-packed goodies, easy & convenient, yes?  

Here is how it looks like. Crunchy oats+cereals coated in white chocolate (they claimed).

I can finish the whole thing in one bite. Sometimes I eat just like that, sometimes I open a few packets and dump them into my Milo.  

Call me cheapo, but since muesli bars are so expensive to eat nowadays, when colleagues recommend these, I grabbed two boxes without thinking. It certainly looks like muesli, tastes like muesli too, but of course, the real thing is more delicious, with real fruits and all.

Feeling Like S**thole

Warning: Ranting post ahead.

The moment I'm typing this, I'm feeling very down. It's about work, nothing personal or "radio deejay" stories like affairs or what-nots *Gotcha, I know what you are thinking you evil, you want to read about affairs*

Here was the scenario.

Somebody went on a maternity leave. So I got to do her s**thole work. I know zero about it, and Mr. N just threw it at my face, expecting me to know what to be done, like I'm a genius. So, I did what I needed to do, then something went wrong somewhere, Mr. N asked me to verify, I did. I asked the professionals who created the darn system what went wrong. Mr. N wasn't too happy I cc-ed all the bosses. You know what our friend did? He called my (lady) boss and complaint about me. He said "I'm not comfortable your girl flying emails around". A**hole! "Your girl"? Puh-leeese, you know my grade & position ahh? Lady boss called me, lectured me, sided Mr. N. Nie yang aku tak suka nie. Lady boss told me not to cc so many people and could have just "quietly" settle the issue with respective persons. S**thole. "Quietly"?

Guys, how do you feel if your own immediate superior doesn't stand on your side? This is not the first time. She always, always stand on others' side rather than my side.

I was not in the wrong. I don't think I'm wrong. I'm not wrong. 

Mr. N, if you are ever reading this, do you know everyone hates you? They call you "illegal immigrant". Go find out why. 

(If can), don't work for lady bosses. They are a drag.

End of rant.

Wait, no picture meh? My post cannot without pictures one wor.
*Sulking at my place with pouted lips

Lunch Box

Yes, I pack my dinner for lunch the next day. No, not because I'm stingy and wana "harn". Eh, you everyday eat out also will be sien, kan?

I pack my own lunch from home, say, 1-2 times a week. Sometimes more. Depends. Like for the past few weeks, due to the bad haze (and water ration issues), the guys in the office were reluctant to eat out for lunch, so we brought food from home often. If I decide to skip dinner that day, I would pack my dinner to work for lunch the next day. 

I'm only a glutton on weekends, but am absolutely a normal human being on weekdays. I only have a cup of beverage for breakfast, a bowl of noodles (or whatever the others are having) for lunch when I'm out with my colleagues, and skip dinner sometimes. Oohhh sometimes my mum and the mil give us food & soup to bring home too, usually on Sundays when we visit them. The food can last for two days, sometimes three - max.

Just to share what's in my lunch box if I pack food from home. Pssstt, if you see canggih dishes, means they are from either my mum or the mil. If you see "chin tan" or "chau choy" or baked beans, means they are from myself, tee hee.

EL

EL stands for emergency leave. Actually it wasn't an emergency leave. But because I already took leave last week and another MC two weeks ago, so I just called to apply emergency leave that morning as I felt paiseh to submit my leave form to my immediate superior (again) if I'd applied a few days earlier.

I had to take leave because the hubs went to Singapore for work. Mum couldn't handle two rascals, so she took care of G (as usual) and I took care of Kz. Sent him to the kindy that day and I had all day to myself.

And so, I drove to Berjaya Time Square (BTS) for shopping. Call me cheapo or whatever you want but I like shopping there. Every corner I go or every shop I enter, I always can get some nice stuffs at very (and I mean, very) cheap price. 

Upon arrival, brunch first (11am), at Wendy's. I had a mushroom-melt cheese burger combo that came together with a (fizzy) drink and a cheesy fries. I ordered another chilli-cheese nachos too.

Ooops, wait, another picture after I've bitten into the burger *slurps*

Ok, tummy full already. Time for shopping.

I need cardigans. I wear a cardigan to work everyday. Yes, everyday. There will not be one day you see me without a cardigan. My style is always a dress (mostly with ribbons tied behind) with a long-sleeved cardigan. Everyday. Yep, Princess Ribbon style. 

Got it. Grabbed all the colours available. Same design, different colours only.

Next? Shoes? Yep, let's look for flats. I wear flats to work. I don't wear heels. There, you know another thing about Princess Ribbon already.

Here are my flats. Grabbed all the designs available. Again, same design, different colours only.

Wait, wait. I still have slippers. Two pairs. Same design, different colours (again) only.
P/S: My style, my cardigans, my flats, my slippers, my like, my sukak!

Went home. Had my afternoon nap, boy that felt so good. My me-time. Woke up, picked Kz up from his kindy, drove out (again) to buy dinner, but he only ate one fishball, *damn*

Finish story - end of my EL.

RM14

Last week, I had the most expensive lunch (in a food court) of my life! RM14 for a plate of braised chicken rice (lou gai farn). 

If you know me, you would already know I'm working in Ara Damansara, and the nearest place we always go for lunch would be Oasis and any areas nearby. So we went to this food court DoReMi (which is our regular lunch place) but that day was the first time I tried their lou gai farn.

I asked for a plate of lou gai farn with additional oink oink intestines and an egg. When the waiter came and asked for RM14, I was stoned for like 2 seconds.

Is it only me or you had a shock too?

Be My Sports Car

"I hope you will be my sports car" was the sentence my boss said before I left the room.

You see, he called me into the room about a month ago, to discuss about some stuffs about the company. I don't have to go into details the stuffs we discussed (company objectives, future plans, suggestions, recommendations, counter-measure, other what-nots). Trust me, you would be bored (to death). Mostly "chui sui" (blow water) only, you know what I mean? 

So, I was trying to impress him by pretending to be very enthusiastic with the discussion, but I wasn't proposing or giving ideas on how to improve (what he was planning to improve). All the time, I was "blowing water", he seemed impressed.

I wasn't giving proposals, I was yakking grandmother stories. I was yakking things like, "Well, nothing's impossible, most important the employees gotta have motivation you know? When they are motivated, their effectiveness & efficiency will increase, thus, company performance will improve".

Yada-yada-yada-yada...........

Then, I have ran out of words to say. But he was still giving me that "I-am-impressed-go-on-talk-to-me" look, so I went on saying this:

I think you just need the right people under you. When your team have the same direction as you, then all thing's possible. You know, subordinates are just like sports cars. If you know how to drive them, they will be able to bring you to your destination at top speed, speed that can make your jaw drop (What? Jaw drop? Why am I even saying this?). But if your can't control them, then you end up like Paul Walker.

Paused. For like 3 seconds. (I felt stupid already).

He asked "Who is Paul Walker"?

My mind was turning fast. I had to think fast. Speak fast. "Like Michael Shumacher" (in his current vege state) I said. He nodded and said "Ooohh I see I see".

*Grin*

Fast forward, today, one month later, he called me into the room to discuss something, and before I left the room, he said "Louiz, I expect you to do more starting from today, you can come and see me anytime you want if you have proposals, my door is always opened".

I said "OK" and stood up.

"I hope you will become my sports car", he added.

Gawd, I felt the pressure already. I hate this. I honestly don't like when the boss gives me pressure and tells me "I expect you to........", and now, there's this stupid sports car thingy. I wish I can tell him I am just an empty (Easter) egg shell. Looks nice on the outside, but empty inside. I am only good in yakking. I hate extra work. I hate to work. I hate work.

*Phiak* my own mouth for it. Stupid sports car.

Ooohh, I always end my post with my own picture (if I can't find any pictures suitable for my post), so here am I, taking selfie-photos of myself after I drafted this post. Psst, it was a Monday, so the ribbon princess wore a blue dress, blue cardigan and a matching blue ribbon clip ~ Monday blue.
P/S: Suka tengok boleh tengok, tak suka tengok tak payah tengok.

It's The Dress, I'm Not Pregnant!

Raya lunch in the office today. Took a few photos with some colleagues.
P/S: The secret admirer is not in the photos, so don't bother wondering, heh!

***I'm not pregnant. I'm not fat. It's the dress :)

The Hell-Hole Manager

Was having second thoughts on whether or not to publish this post, as I don't want to "pollute" my nice little pink blog mentioning about him, but well, since I wrote about The Biatch previously, may as well I write about The Bastard aka Hell-Hole as well. They make a pair.

Ok, about Mr. Hell-Hole. Never liked him from day1. He has a creepy face. Though I don't deal much with him (I do now, as I am helping with his work while waiting for the new "victim" to be hired), his face is really an eye-sore to me. He is sarcastic, suspicious, a hell hole and a bastard in the workplace!

Long story cut short, this is a letter to him, if he ever reads this one day.

Mr. Bastard-hellhole,

I do not mean to be rude, but may I ask how many times you want to broadcast the email? J has settled the issue, yes? He has called the customer and the customer has accepted the issue. And the managing director already knew about this, that it was my mistake. So what else do you want?

Oh yes, if you want to announce to other managers who were not in the loop about my mistake, I am cool with it. But please, before you hit the "send" button, include me in the loop, too ok? At least, I know I am being published. Please don't send to the entire world, but exclude me in the loop, and when the other party forwards back the mail to me, I feel like a complete asshole!

Funny when your guy made mistakes, you are quiet about it and did not interfere in our emails when we were solving the issue. But when the mistake comes from me/other dept, wow, you made a big hoo-haa about it, cc-ing all the big bosses and broadcasting about it when actually, the issue has already been solved.

And funny when I come early to do your work, or when I do it fast, you are quiet about it. I almost treated you dead because your name almost never appears in my inbox. You never interfere much unless there is a problem. But this time? Because of a small mistake, wow, you suddenly "revived" from the dead and enthusiastically fly emails around.

Bastard hell-hole, please do understand. I don't only do your work, you know? Go get somebody else to do your hell-hole work if you feel I am that so not good. I tell you, if that happens, I would go buy and open a bottle of champange to celebrate and toast it in front of you.

I hope you will be skinned alive, after that, buried alive as well.

Biatch @ Work

There's a biatch here that everyone hates dislikes (I am trying to be nicer here), I don't even want to (nick)name her. Everytime she calls or talks to me, my blood will creep up to my face, boiling hot, and I will feel like chopping off her mouth (especially), her limbs, then blend it in front of her and serve her, alive! Who does she think she is? Talks like a taukeh soh, babe! Puh-leese. Noone talks to me like that, ok? Not even my superior or the boss that pays my salary. She talks like I am stupid. She talks like I don't know my work. She talk's like she's the madam and I'm the maid, get what I mean? OMFG.

Weird I didn't have this feeling back then, only started recently. Back then, I had no problem with her. Really. Why now? What's the issue? OMFG, I hope she slips one day while walking or climbing up/down the stairs and lose her two front rabbit teeth - permanently!

You know, I am a nice person. At work. Ask them. Ask the boys here who face me daily. Ok, occasionally mean with my words, spicy and a cili padi, but in a joking way. They can accept my style and they like who I am - the cute girl who doesn't look like she's 30, who is straight forward, direct and not a fake. And I am good at my work. I am effective. Efficient. Fast. Ask anyone here, I am begging you. So, if I can be so poison with my mouth on that particular person, then that person must be a real biatch until I cannot tolerate anymore. I hope she burns in hell.

See, told you I can be mean.