@ 1:32 pm
Do read this interestin
blog. I personally find it hilarious, a joy to read and the pics... really, really cool.
I'm dying for a chill-out session. Nice music in the background (
if can, pls dun play those horrendous opera songs; spare me)
, sipping my Rhumba (
if can, no coffee beans) and yakking away
(without the cigarette smoke, thank you)
. Yup. But unfortunately, I don't own the cafe.
I think I'm quite lucky. I hv colleagues who treat me nicely. Don't forget that some are just faking it. Some are hypocrites no doubt. But otherwise, I hv colleagues who buy me goreng pisang lah, candies lah, epok2 lah and I hv managers who can chill with me.
I hv a supervisor who calls me up occasionally to see how I'm doin. "Dear, how are you?" or "Dear, how's everythin? Ok?" Like, sure or not that woman? Then I hv this cute manager who is so cool and so thoughtful of his subordinates. He'll hv lunch with us, joke ard with us, tease us and the best thin is, status dun matter much to him.
Micheal the Manager: Eh Minah! (I'll come to tt later, as to how I got tt stupid name) How come you're here?
Me the small fry: You also call me Minah.
Micheal: *laughs* You see, she ran away from Changi, come to Paya Lebar cos she dun like ppl calling her Minah.
During tea break... I'm oblivious as usual...
Micheal: Hello!
Me: Eh! You're still here?
Micheal: What? You wanna chase me away ah?
Later... as I was running thru the door...
Someone: Eh!
Me: *turned* Aiyah you.
Micheal: You don't like me to call you Minah, so I call you Eh lah. *laugh*
When he went off...
Me: Bye!
Micheal: *waved a long gdbye like as if he's going down with Titanic but he's only goin back to Changi*
Me: *waved back* He's the coolest manager ever.
I was thinkin... can talk to Managers like that one ah? Got that kind of managers ah? Yes, the conversations may be lame but what I'm tryin to show is tt, he could actually crap with us. I thought all managers sucks and are arseholes? But this one is different. Too bad I'm not directly under him...
As for the Minah name... *rolls eyes*. Stone (
another colleague who lives up to his name) can't remember my name for nuts and even suggested Pebbles.
Me: Pebbles? Just becos you're called Stone, I must be Pebbles ah?
Stone: Cute mah... Ok lah, ok lah, I call you Minah.
That's how he adopted tt stupid name for me, as much as I hate that stupid word.
Up until, he called my office, asked for Minah. And the stupid Line Manager shouted, "MINAH!". The whole office burst out laughing. No need to figure out who's Minah. That fella ah.
That word irks me so much, I told him... "Don't call me Minah lah. I duuuuunnn like that word." Again, the office laughed. -.- You can call me anythin. Anythin, but Minah. Madina (
true, one fella called me tt), Radina, Nanana, this lovely young lady (
eheh, one Australian called me tt) also can... but NOT minah ok. Cannot stand it.
But hey, it's all for fun and laughter, peace and joy. Boy, it's been such a long time since I used tt phrase...
When was the last time I had fun?
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