Ela in Thailand

You don't have to parade around in bikinis w ur face caked w makeup to make a difference in this world.

These few days, I was in places that not many pple will be willing to visit. I met pple who have no identities, no homes, no future. My heart really saddened when I saw their living conditions.

As I'm blogging this from my comfortable aircon room in bangkok w free wifi, these pple r sleeping in badly ventilated cramped houses w terrible sanitary conditions.

I came back to a wifi room to discover who won miss Singapore. Well, I usually don't follow the contest, neither do I read about their background, but so happened after I got a job where I'm supposed to read the papers, I know a bit about the girls.

This girl said she wanted to prove that beauty queens aren't dumb. Do u actually need to have a title to prove so?

If someone had actually said she wanted to make use of the influence this title can give her, to make a difference to the less fortunate pple in third world countries, I might not be so cynical of such pageants.

What a sad n materialistic world we live in.

Well, this past one week had been a mixture of excitement and anger.

The exciting part first. I got to eat lunch with HIM! He's too hot. I should go drown in cold water, lol. And for the entire week, I had fun moments with him. Like bumping into him at the pantry where he gave me a hello hug *blush*, and writing a BYE BYE via Draw Something and showing it to him, hahahaa, I made him laugh on that one.

Anger part? 2 inconsiderate colleagues. Thanks to them, most of our special privileges have been taken away. And the irritating part? They don't feel guilty about it. Grrr.

Oh well, I'm trying to look for another job, so I shouldn't care so much.

Monday, I have a color coach session! Fun! Can't wait. And Tues I have dinner appt with a lovely couple. Yay, I finally have a life.

Don't know what's wrong with teachers nowadays. So bloody rude.

"What do you want" <--- this is how she answered me on the phone

"Just send me an email" *hang up* ,<--- what the hell????

Ha. I got threatened with a lawsuit. Like wtf. Sorry, as a christian I shouldn't be swearing. But I'm so irritated.

And my upper ups still think I'm at wrong to report her. Like I give a shit. My heart isn't with this company anymore.

But I'm still in a good mood. Because dad found out about the threat, and I told him the entire story. He's proud of me! He said I did the right thing by reporting her. And that now my manager will know better than to piss me off, lol.

I have not seen Mike for a few days. Sigh. Kinda miss his gorgeous grin.

Wow, its been too long since I blogged. But honestly, there wasn't anything good to blog about.

So now I'm in telesales. And honestly, I hate it to a core. I have quotas to hit, I get nagged at everyday for low sales, etc etc etc.

Maybe I shouldn't be in sales line, because I do not like to force or persuade pple to purchase/sign up/agree with me on anything if they aren't keen at all.

The only perk I get from going to work is the sight of this gorgeous new colleague, Mike. He's so good looking and very friendly. *drool* But back to reality, gazing at Mike every day isn't going to fill my rice bowl.

For a while, I have been wondering whether to stay or go. Nice colleagues, yes. Understanding boss... hmm.. bearable. Nice office, nope. Pay wise? Sucks to the max. I wonder why I even lasted till now.

Thurs... my answer came. I was doing my calls and called some company. The moment I introduced myself and where I was from, the bitch screamed at me. She said many pple from my company had been calling her, she's not interested, and how come we don't have a tracking system. She was totally unreasonable and rude, and best... she used the F word on me.

I had to control my temper and explained to her politely that we have many sale depts here, and I am unable to track calls from other depts, however on my end, I'll take note and not call anymore. That should have pacified her, but NO! She told me not to dare hang up the phone and that she wanted to speak to the manager. And went on screaming and screaming away, god knows what she was talking about. I was very sick and tired of that bitch and repeated myself to her, that I will take note, and not call anymore, goodbye. I didn't even bother to thank her.

Now, I know everyone hates telemarketers. But seriously, must u go to the limit and start screaming and swearing? If you had a bad day, that's your damn problem. Don't bring it to work and lash out at innocent pple. And I warn you, you can reject me, you can hang up on me, but don't you bloody ever dare swear at me.

I lodged a complain against that bitch. I told them what happened and that this woman has no work ethics, is unprofessional, and is not fit to run a business.

And guess what! I had to go for counseling because of it! Said I didn't take the company's reputation into consideration. Hello, then what about staff welfare? Your staff got bullied. Your staff, who slogs for you, was verbally assaulted. And all you pple care about is your bloody reputation?

During counseling, I broke down and cried. I was so pissed and angry, and so tired of this stupid job. And that's where I decided, I'm leaving. I've had enough.

Apparently the bitch called back in the evening, demanding my manager apologised to her. Crazy. I think she better go to Institute of Mental Health for a check up.

Freedom in a week's time!

Ok, I'm a lazy blogger. Anyway, next Friday is my last day of work. I'm so happy! Can't wait to leave this place. Of course there's a fear of not being able to find employment. Heck. Anyway, good thing I didn't go to the staff camp. Heard it was so spiritual and holy. I'm definately not in a v godly mood recently.

June 4th 2011.

The day I had a grand mal at my relative's home, in front of practically 3/4 of my family members. But its weird, I don't feel as uneasy or unhappy as 5 over years back when I had my first grand mal.

In the past, I'll get really upset when people asked me about it, and I was super depressed. Well, I still get depressed at times (cannot find bf la, fat la, not pretty la, sick of work la), but its better and more controlled. And I'm definately not going to see a shrink and have to eat more meds for it. I'm going to make sure I snap out of depression, myself.

I'm kinda glad that I can shrug it off and laugh at myself now. I did try to search deep down, to ask myself if I was wearing a mask. But I think, it was truly me, laughing at myself.

I guess that's a good sign. The only irritating part was my parents nagging at me for not sleeping enough, which I do.

Biopsy is on Tuesday. Hope its nothing serious.