Things had gotten a little tenser still, between Mr Prettyboy a.k.a. Mr Always Right, and myself.
While I am trying my best not to flare up at him, I think he is also exerting his mightiest willpower to stop from screaming at me.
Recently Mr Boss and Mr Prettyboy are involved in this small project, and they had given Miss Confused (the girl junior in this company, the one who is always confused and mixed up when information is passed to her) the opportunity to select finishes for the space.
Having said that, Ms Confused has never done this before, and she is understandably nervous. I told her how to go about selecting materials, and the basic rules of doing ID.
(And I was doing the above task while vomiting buckets of blood. I'll transfer some of the entries on the locked blog to this one later, since I'm over the frustration and anger, and I am rationale enough to edit out some angry terms now.)
And so Ms Confused had to choose the materials, and before she completed it, Mr Boss and Mr Prettyboy informed her that they had selected the materials themselves, and all she have to do is to compile them into construction drawings and material specification board.
But given that she cant do all these, they both siam-ed the task of tutoring her, and pass her wholly to me.
Neh mind, how hard can that be? I'm quite free these days, so it doesn't hurt me to stay back to teach her.
By this time, Mr Boss had also entrusted the account to Mr Prettyboy, and left him to co-ordinate with Ms Confused and myself.
So I became the bridge between the two of them, while wondering why is that they cannot communicate with each other directly, and have to hassle me? And things began to go wrong when Mr Prettyboy tell me some information, I immediately pass it on, Ms Confused work on it, then 3 days later when all drawings are completed, Mr Prettyboy highlighted that certain areas are wrong.
And those are the exact few areas that I had took time to re-confirm because their initial instructions were too vague! Apparently the client had a change in mind, and Mr Prettyboy expected me to sense it via ESP.
Great, now Ms Confused have to redo a huge proportion of the drawing, and she is looking at me as though I am the one who caused her this plight.
Hallo, *points accusing finger at Mr Prettyboy* it's him ok. Don't malign me.
And such things keep repeating. I know our main problem is that we no longer communicate easily, and he no longer voluntarily share information with me and I have to pry him open. When I am tired of prying (weird how he never tired of defending) I'll just let things slip from their positions, and watch them smash to bits.
Lovely.
While I am trying my best not to flare up at him, I think he is also exerting his mightiest willpower to stop from screaming at me.
Recently Mr Boss and Mr Prettyboy are involved in this small project, and they had given Miss Confused (the girl junior in this company, the one who is always confused and mixed up when information is passed to her) the opportunity to select finishes for the space.
Having said that, Ms Confused has never done this before, and she is understandably nervous. I told her how to go about selecting materials, and the basic rules of doing ID.
(And I was doing the above task while vomiting buckets of blood. I'll transfer some of the entries on the locked blog to this one later, since I'm over the frustration and anger, and I am rationale enough to edit out some angry terms now.)
And so Ms Confused had to choose the materials, and before she completed it, Mr Boss and Mr Prettyboy informed her that they had selected the materials themselves, and all she have to do is to compile them into construction drawings and material specification board.
But given that she cant do all these, they both siam-ed the task of tutoring her, and pass her wholly to me.
Neh mind, how hard can that be? I'm quite free these days, so it doesn't hurt me to stay back to teach her.
By this time, Mr Boss had also entrusted the account to Mr Prettyboy, and left him to co-ordinate with Ms Confused and myself.
So I became the bridge between the two of them, while wondering why is that they cannot communicate with each other directly, and have to hassle me? And things began to go wrong when Mr Prettyboy tell me some information, I immediately pass it on, Ms Confused work on it, then 3 days later when all drawings are completed, Mr Prettyboy highlighted that certain areas are wrong.
And those are the exact few areas that I had took time to re-confirm because their initial instructions were too vague! Apparently the client had a change in mind, and Mr Prettyboy expected me to sense it via ESP.
Great, now Ms Confused have to redo a huge proportion of the drawing, and she is looking at me as though I am the one who caused her this plight.
Hallo, *points accusing finger at Mr Prettyboy* it's him ok. Don't malign me.
And such things keep repeating. I know our main problem is that we no longer communicate easily, and he no longer voluntarily share information with me and I have to pry him open. When I am tired of prying (weird how he never tired of defending) I'll just let things slip from their positions, and watch them smash to bits.
Lovely.
7 comments:
I'm a little confused. Mr. Pretty boy is not your Laoda right?
Mr Prettyboy is my senior in the office. I came to feel that "senior"/"dai lou" is too endearing a term to call someone whom I want to slap with a big trout everyday, these days.
Laoda is my poly good-est friend, who works in shoes design/merchandising.
Welcome to my messy blogging style. Whahahahahah.
OH, now I geddit.
Speaking of shoes design/merch, does your Laoda happens to work for a "prominent" local shoe brand, with head office located in Paya Lebar? *cough*
Yeap. You'll right! =)
OMG! ok i'm so going to msg you when i see you online on msn!
Hahaha. What's up? :P
I'm mostly online during working hours. Begin to think that I shouldnt work too hard and should find every opportunity to slack.
ah alright, I will try to find you online tomorrow. I always seems to miss you ;/
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