Gimme back my holiday!

In my last post, I mentioned that I hate working when everybody else isn't. So, today, that's exactly what I get. Najib declared today a public holiday because Malaysia won in a soccer game against Indonesia last night. Congratulations! Despite all the swearing my Dad threw at the TV screen last night, you guys still won. #malaysiaboleh.

Being in the finance/accounts department has one shitty disadvantage. When year end's getting nearer, your working hour will be longer and longer. Because you'll have to do what they call 'closing', which I think is not 'closing' at all. All I remember doing was 'opening' last months' files to search for missing invoices, figures and all that jazz. I don't know if that's a normal occurrence, those missing documents, or are they all shitty accountants? HAHA.

So, today, I had to go to the office to do the 'closing'. My boss told me that I can claim for the overtime but hell, I don't wantcho moneyh, I want my holideyh dammit! Haha. I came at 10 a.m. and got back home at 4 p.m. I intended to stay up until 12.00 p.m. but shit didn't happen. Do you wanna know why? I don't care if you don't want to I'll tell you anyway. Because I spent most of my time waiting for my mentor (I guess you can call her that since she's suppose to teach me all those SAP stuff). It was always like, "Farah, lepas ni you buat ini ye. Ok, I ajar you." Then she comes over and teaches me. Halfway through, someone came and told that they need her help. So she went to help, leaving me with half knowledge about what I'm suppose to do, which means that I couldn't complete the work until she comes back. And I don't want to be doing anything that I'm unsure of because then, it will get worse and my workload will increase. So, when she came back, she would go back to her place and continue with her work and have totally forgotten about me! I, being a very polite and stupid person, waited. I just thought that maybe her work is more urgent and I should wait a while before interrupting her. And then I interrupt her. And the cycle continues.

Normally, in my student years, I would never care if my balance sheets aren't balance. I would never go back and check my journal entries if there are any omissions or mistakes. I would just leave my unbalanced balance sheet with the debit credit differences of over 100,000. (That was how I scored B for my FAR. Terer kan?) But now, even a difference of MYR17.73 is a huge deal! Not because I cared at all, I would willingly donate that MYR17.73 out of my own pocket and carry on with my life. If Fresenius is my company, that's exactly what I'll do. But nooooooo, you'll have to look for that teeny bitchy bit of amount so that the balance sheet will have zero balance! I hate you balance sheet! This proves that I will never be eligible to open up my own accounting firms. All those unbalanced balance sheets.... Maybe, just maybe, I'll end up like Enron. Or Lehman Brothers.

Can't wait to see Seming & Aloyah tonight!

Happy new year, dear readers.

Working life.

I've been wanting to write about my job since I first started on the 1st December, but haven't really got the time to do so. By the time I got home it's already 6.45 p.m. and usually I'll be racing up to my room to perform Asar prayer. And after that Maghrib. And after that I'll be having crappy dinner because I was too tired to even bother eating proper food. And then I'll head upstairs to watch TV until I fall asleep on the couch. I have no idea why I don't just go straight to bed after dinner. Oh yea, because if you sleep right after you eat, you'll gain weight. And to prevent myself from sleeping, I watch TV...sambil baring, which eventually lead to me sleeping my ass off on the couch! Story of my life.

The first week of work was bloody horrible. It was a boring day, as I had nothing to do and my computer haven't been set up yet, and the awkwardness level that day was beyond terrible. There were so many cringe-worthy moments. Like the first day of work, I was very early. So I sat down at the waiting area, which is right in front of the ladies washroom. And then a lady staff came up to me and put a mug of coffee she was carrying on the table next to me and she asked me,"Has someone talked to you yet?" Bloody awful question, what she meant was saya dah di layan ke. So I answered yes. Automatically, if you saw someone does that, you'd think that drink is for you lah kan. Or no? Maybe it was just me. So being presumptuous as I am, I wanted to thank her for the drink. Just as I was about to open my mouth, she took a sip from my drink, and smiled and went to the washroom. In my head I was like saying to myself,"Oooh, tumpang letak air je rupanya." Bersyukur gila tak cakap thank you, kalau tak dia memang kena bagi dah la air tu kat aku. Hahahhaha. Total facepalm worthy.

I spend most of lunch hours alone because I can't seem to click with my office mates. Firstly because most of them are Chinese and you can't eat lunch with them because they usually go to Chinese stalls or restaurants. But they're friendlier than the akak-akak Malays ni. Secondly, the akak-akak are all 25++ of age. I can't seem to find a topic that suits both of us. If they're not talking about marriage, they'll be talking about their kids, and trust me, if it's the kids topic, I keep staring at my soup like there's gold in it. How do I join the topic? I don't even like kids! Haha. And thirdly, if it's not the kids or marriage topic, they would be talking about some old staff members, which obviously I have no clue whoever they are. And normally this topic will be the hottest most kepoh-est. It's a shame that I don't know who are they talking about, really.

Luckily they don't really talk about kain kat mana murah and carpet kat mana cantik.

About the job I'm doing, I kinda like it. I'm in the Finance department, taking care of the accounts payable. I issue payments and process staff claims. I like what I do, except for the part of issuing a cheque. You make 1 teeny tiny bit of mistake on the cheque, then it can no longer be used and you'll have to issue another one. Selama aku kerja, dah 6 cheque aku kena cancel. The normal amount of cheques cancelled a month is mostly 2 or 3. Cancel sebab apa? Sebab salah eja Taiping. I spelled it 'Taipinh' (by using the cheque printer.) And I wrote the wrong names on 4 cheques. HAHAHHA. 1 cheque 50sen, 6 cheques? Murah je kan. Kecoh. But the paranoid feeling that everybody might think you're a klutz, you can't do anything correctly, you can't handle simple little things.. Those are the feelings that I get when I make mistakes, stupid mistakes. Emosi di situ.

But I learned a lot this past few weeks. My debit credit knowledge is improving, I daresay. I learned how to answer the phone and saying my name, good morning and the company name very very quickly, although I usually answer with just a sleepy hello. I learned to use the shortcuts in Microsoft Excel. I learned how to use the SAP. I learned how to prepare a cheque using a cheque printer. I learned how to use the copier machine. I learned how to fax. I learned how make a tired face when I feel like getting home early, at 5.30 sharp, so people would think that I've worked a lot that day and I'm all stressed out so I have to go home early.

In conclusion, I like my job. I just hate waking up to it. Especially on Fridays and Mondays. And especially when everybody else is on holiday.