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.