why do people face shit they don't like?
i don't like you, that's why i refuse to acknowledge your existence, simple as that.
what's there to wonder about?
why get mad, frustrated, disappointed, irked when you do something silly like face what you don't like just to be reminded of why you never liked that in the first place?
you let yourself be harmed.
sometimes i say things you want to hear, not because i'm submitting to you, but because i know that that's the only thing that will shut you up.
and that's what i want you to do.
SHUT UP.
i just got to keep reminding myself that i'm HAPPY and one day i just might get lucky
Friday, October 22, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Ring Ring
answering calls for interviews is either damn annoying, or damn amusing. depending on the person on the other line.
foreigner: hello, are you accepting foreigners?
me: no
foreigner: oh ok... (sounds depressed as if the next thing he/she's gonna do the moment i hang up is jump off a building)
but usually, i hang up the second i say 'no' so i don't have to hear their pitiful renditions to try and negotiate for us to arrange for an interview for them which by the way i cannot do no matter how pathetically they plead because the fact of the matter remains that WE ARE NOT HIRING FOREIGNERS. i mean, did you think i said no just so i could roll over laughing as you sing your sorrows? i'm sadistic, not that sadistic.
foreigner with shamelessly thick foreign accent: i am calling to enquire about-
me cutting them short: are you singaporean or pr?
momentary silence as the stunned foreigner is stumped a second
foreigner regaining their composure: sorry what-
me interrupting again: are you singaporean or pr?
foreigner: erm *mumbles something slurred* none of the above
i swear one of them said that to me. none of the above. what are we, taking a quiz or something?
but here's a local who tickled my bones
boy: hello is there an age limit?
me: well it depends, how young are you?
boy: fifteen.
me: ok, whatev that should be fine. so are you studying?
boy: yeah.
me: well this is a full time position.
boy: yeah i can do that.
me: i thought you said you were studying.
boy: oh ya *starts to stammer and stumble over his words* but i'm having school holiday now.
me: oh ok then it shouldn't be a problem, do you have experience?
boy: erm, no BUT eventhough i don't have experience i am ready to experience this!
WTF. kids these days. getting more creative.
oh and eventhough this next excerpt has nothing to do with the interview calls, i absolutely HAVE to share it.
guy selling me a printer: what is your account number ma'am?
me: i'm not sure which one is my account number, is it 50001000233?
guy: yes correct, can you say it slowly ma'am? five...
me: zero thrice...
guy repeating slowly after me: jilo jilo jilo...
me surpressing my uncontrollable sniggering:one zero zero zero...
guy again: one jilo jilo jilo jilo...
me: no, no just three zeroes!
guy: okay okay jilo jilo jilo....
people are just utterly fascinating don't you think.
[pink post-it]
i just got to keep reminding myself that i'm HAPPY and one day i just might get lucky
foreigner: hello, are you accepting foreigners?
me: no
foreigner: oh ok... (sounds depressed as if the next thing he/she's gonna do the moment i hang up is jump off a building)
but usually, i hang up the second i say 'no' so i don't have to hear their pitiful renditions to try and negotiate for us to arrange for an interview for them which by the way i cannot do no matter how pathetically they plead because the fact of the matter remains that WE ARE NOT HIRING FOREIGNERS. i mean, did you think i said no just so i could roll over laughing as you sing your sorrows? i'm sadistic, not that sadistic.
foreigner with shamelessly thick foreign accent: i am calling to enquire about-
me cutting them short: are you singaporean or pr?
momentary silence as the stunned foreigner is stumped a second
foreigner regaining their composure: sorry what-
me interrupting again: are you singaporean or pr?
foreigner: erm *mumbles something slurred* none of the above
i swear one of them said that to me. none of the above. what are we, taking a quiz or something?
but here's a local who tickled my bones
boy: hello is there an age limit?
me: well it depends, how young are you?
boy: fifteen.
me: ok, whatev that should be fine. so are you studying?
boy: yeah.
me: well this is a full time position.
boy: yeah i can do that.
me: i thought you said you were studying.
boy: oh ya *starts to stammer and stumble over his words* but i'm having school holiday now.
me: oh ok then it shouldn't be a problem, do you have experience?
boy: erm, no BUT eventhough i don't have experience i am ready to experience this!
WTF. kids these days. getting more creative.
oh and eventhough this next excerpt has nothing to do with the interview calls, i absolutely HAVE to share it.
guy selling me a printer: what is your account number ma'am?
me: i'm not sure which one is my account number, is it 50001000233?
guy: yes correct, can you say it slowly ma'am? five...
me: zero thrice...
guy repeating slowly after me: jilo jilo jilo...
me surpressing my uncontrollable sniggering:one zero zero zero...
guy again: one jilo jilo jilo jilo...
me: no, no just three zeroes!
guy: okay okay jilo jilo jilo....
people are just utterly fascinating don't you think.
[pink post-it]
i just got to keep reminding myself that i'm HAPPY and one day i just might get lucky
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