This is the letter I wrote to someone in the company. I've had it. If this person wants a fight, I'm gonna give them one.
Dear &%##@@&,
In regards to the matter of connecting my phone to the rest of CSD after office hours, I would like to voice some concerns. I am objecting after having my phone ring non-stop and non of the calls were for me. While I understand your side, I trust you can open up your mind to understand mine. Initially I didn't think it would be that bad, but now it is interrupting my work.
1. I wasn't inform beforhand about this. You didn't ask me if I would mind, you just did it. THEN only did you inform me. Neither did you inform any of my superiors beforehand.
2. Yes, I understand that someone should pick up the phone, but it is not in my job description to constantly answer and direct calls. I believe that is your department's job.
3. Yes I can choose not to pick it up but then I guess I won't be receiving any calls since I wouldn't know which call is really mine or someone else's. That said, I cannot NOT pick up the phone when the press is calling for me. And when I do pick it up and it's for someone else, I have to transfer it every time. Which I have been doing since you've connected my phone.
4. I've approached you to voice my concerns and you have the gall to tell me to provide YOU with a solution. With all due respect, it's your job as CSD's manager to find that solution, not mine.
5. Lastly, you mentioned the reason that you've establish the connection to my phone is because you can't have it ringing on
YOUR phone, so you've assign it to my phone so that you'll be able to hear it when it rings and be able to pick it up. But according to you, when it did ring a few times just now, you didn't hear those rings. Thus said, it defeats the purpose of having my phone ring instead of yours. It would be more reasonable to connect xxx's phone since she is the nearest to you and you'll be able to hear it when it rings. Why you have chosen my phone which is the furthest from you and has a soft rings makes me wonder indeed.
Regards,
Sharon Teo
PR & Programme Publicity
Vision New Media
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
My working hours
I'm still in the office. Been like this since beginning of the week. Preparing for major media launch.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
We are being gassed in our sleep!
For the past one week, I've been sleeping very well. So well that it's very difficult to wake up which is very weird coz I'm a light sleeper. I've never been able to sleep so deep since I was wearing pinafores. I'm usually awake when my sister wakes up at 6am, I'm aware whenever the bed creaks, or when Whisker barks, or when the other sister gets up to pee. But the past one week, I've been sleeping like a log - I wouldn't even so far as twitch if a monitor lizard were to clamber over me.
The reason? The haze. I think we are being gassed! During the day and in our sleep no less! TV is right, FOG YOU INDONESIA! I would rather much say the other more violent and cruder word, but I won't. But in my mind, I've already repeated it with every wheeze I make.
The situation has become so bad that my asthma has been choking me the past one week. Plus the fact that I've flu the previous week; it's a double whammo for me. I've been having green, sticky clumps of thick phlegm for more than 10 days now! 10 days?! The first dose of antibiotics weren't strong enough and the second stronger dose cost me RM75 per strip! Lord... that hurts more than my chest.
Why are we letting this go on EVERY year? Why are we letting them get away with it? Not only that, but we find out that our own citizens are part of the "Gas Malaysians to Death" plot! They are causing Malaysians untold amounts of money, and our health is suffering! And what about the impact to Nature and the world? The ill effects of Indonesia's selfish and idiotic actions will reverberate negatively in the future, and they are contributing to shortening the Life of the World and its inhabitants. Yes, we are all contributing to the world's demise but they have just delivered one mighty blow to the world's health.
If possible, we should gather all the smog ever created by them and let it rest above Indonesia's head. See how they will like it if they have to breath poisonous fumes every second.
So for today only, Saturday, I thank The Lord for giving us a change of wind direction. I'm just sorry that it's not blowing southwest towards the Land of Pit Fires and lawless citizens. It would serve them right to breath and choke on their own careless and mindless deeds.
The reason? The haze. I think we are being gassed! During the day and in our sleep no less! TV is right, FOG YOU INDONESIA! I would rather much say the other more violent and cruder word, but I won't. But in my mind, I've already repeated it with every wheeze I make.
The situation has become so bad that my asthma has been choking me the past one week. Plus the fact that I've flu the previous week; it's a double whammo for me. I've been having green, sticky clumps of thick phlegm for more than 10 days now! 10 days?! The first dose of antibiotics weren't strong enough and the second stronger dose cost me RM75 per strip! Lord... that hurts more than my chest.
Why are we letting this go on EVERY year? Why are we letting them get away with it? Not only that, but we find out that our own citizens are part of the "Gas Malaysians to Death" plot! They are causing Malaysians untold amounts of money, and our health is suffering! And what about the impact to Nature and the world? The ill effects of Indonesia's selfish and idiotic actions will reverberate negatively in the future, and they are contributing to shortening the Life of the World and its inhabitants. Yes, we are all contributing to the world's demise but they have just delivered one mighty blow to the world's health.
If possible, we should gather all the smog ever created by them and let it rest above Indonesia's head. See how they will like it if they have to breath poisonous fumes every second.
So for today only, Saturday, I thank The Lord for giving us a change of wind direction. I'm just sorry that it's not blowing southwest towards the Land of Pit Fires and lawless citizens. It would serve them right to breath and choke on their own careless and mindless deeds.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
No one knows what its like...
Behind Blue Eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
[Chorus:]
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
[Chorus]
Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4]
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies
[Chorus]
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
[Chorus:]
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
[Chorus]
Discover l.i.m.p. say it [x4]
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies
[Chorus]
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
Monday, August 01, 2005
A wake up call in the middle of the night
I got a phone call last week at 3am in the morning from a "friend" in the States and it was not a pleasant call either. At the end, it left me drained and tired from the lack of sleep and I was like a zombie the next morning at work. I was cranky and irritated at everyone, everything, at myself.
I didn't understand why until last weekend.
Last weekend was a good weekend in all sense as we had a feast my family and I. Sis made Pulut Durian (Durian dessert with sticky rice). Mom brought Ayam Percit (specail chicken dish) all the way from KB and on top of that, we pigged out on cempedak (dunno what the English version is called... it's like jack fruit but only sweeter and stickier) and empress cherries from Canada. It was a family weekend.
But I finally had time to reflect on what my life seems to be about. My life has stopped being my own. It seems that I'm always the person there for another and the person to catch someone when he/she falls. But I have no one to catch me when I fall. So far I've not fallen and I'm greatful for that, but I don't like the way my life is now. I'm like Designated Dave, the guy who drives drunken louts home but they don't remember him the next day until they are drunk again and needs his services, in the movie Crazy or something with Melissa Joan Hart. Whatever.
That phone call in the middle of the night was suicidal and last weekend I realised that I had just been emotionally blackmailed. Yes, I feel for this person but I can't very well be there all the time. It galls me that that person called me under the influence of alcohol and then only did his/her true feelings bubbled forth like a babbling (literally) brook that became a dam that burst, with shouts of "No you don't understand" and "how can you ask if I will be ok" at me.
I know that I'm not equip with proper wisdom on how to handle a suicidal person. I was so afraid of triggering something that might lead to grief. I had to basically handle this person for hours, when all I wanted to shout GROW UP and slam the phone down. But I didn't. I couldn't.
It was an emotional turmoil for me as well as I was taken down a path that had me crying and feeling for this person. We make mistakes in our lives but what is it that drives people to such actions and frame of mind? Yes I too sometimes want to scream and shout but suicide? No. I don't think being that stupid will solve anything. If anything, it will only make things worst for my family and friends and I would have had unburdened myself at their expense.
I called again the next day and I'm glad to know all is okay now, that that episode was a lapse. Although I'm "happy" to have been able to help in some way, I feel angry that I've had to conform or else... The feeling of being used as an emotional flogging post is still with me and now I resent this person. I do. It's irrational to a certain extend I know but maybe I'm a emtional mess at the moment that I can't take on other people emotional baggage.
I didn't understand why until last weekend.
Last weekend was a good weekend in all sense as we had a feast my family and I. Sis made Pulut Durian (Durian dessert with sticky rice). Mom brought Ayam Percit (specail chicken dish) all the way from KB and on top of that, we pigged out on cempedak (dunno what the English version is called... it's like jack fruit but only sweeter and stickier) and empress cherries from Canada. It was a family weekend.
But I finally had time to reflect on what my life seems to be about. My life has stopped being my own. It seems that I'm always the person there for another and the person to catch someone when he/she falls. But I have no one to catch me when I fall. So far I've not fallen and I'm greatful for that, but I don't like the way my life is now. I'm like Designated Dave, the guy who drives drunken louts home but they don't remember him the next day until they are drunk again and needs his services, in the movie Crazy or something with Melissa Joan Hart. Whatever.
That phone call in the middle of the night was suicidal and last weekend I realised that I had just been emotionally blackmailed. Yes, I feel for this person but I can't very well be there all the time. It galls me that that person called me under the influence of alcohol and then only did his/her true feelings bubbled forth like a babbling (literally) brook that became a dam that burst, with shouts of "No you don't understand" and "how can you ask if I will be ok" at me.
I know that I'm not equip with proper wisdom on how to handle a suicidal person. I was so afraid of triggering something that might lead to grief. I had to basically handle this person for hours, when all I wanted to shout GROW UP and slam the phone down. But I didn't. I couldn't.
It was an emotional turmoil for me as well as I was taken down a path that had me crying and feeling for this person. We make mistakes in our lives but what is it that drives people to such actions and frame of mind? Yes I too sometimes want to scream and shout but suicide? No. I don't think being that stupid will solve anything. If anything, it will only make things worst for my family and friends and I would have had unburdened myself at their expense.
I called again the next day and I'm glad to know all is okay now, that that episode was a lapse. Although I'm "happy" to have been able to help in some way, I feel angry that I've had to conform or else... The feeling of being used as an emotional flogging post is still with me and now I resent this person. I do. It's irrational to a certain extend I know but maybe I'm a emtional mess at the moment that I can't take on other people emotional baggage.