All about Robe...

I know I have not updated my blog (AGAIN) for a zillion years. Forgive me. I was too engrossed in my nothing-to-do-hence-very-tired-and-demotivating work in the office. Believe it or not, it has been over 1 month I’m in the office with nothing to do. Better, my boss said he’ll be very busy (I truly understand his position at the moment) and there’ll be no work for me as long as he’s shiatz busy with his work. Go figure. In conclusion, another month of nothingness.

This coming weekend is my convocation. I know it’s a big deal, but right now, I’m not feeling it. Maybe I should thank my office for making me a dull person. (Blaming everything on the office). Haha. This topic actually brings me to the day I collected my graduation robe. Not a nice affair. Completely and utterly SHIATZed. In case you didn’t know why I’m using the word “shiatz” so often, it’s because I like the way it’s pronounced and it was created by my good pal, Hantu Semantan. For those blur cases out there who don’t know all my hantus, check my CBox. You’ll get an idea. (wink).

31 July 2006: Robe Collection Day
On this very day, I woke up very early to get ready for my robe (collection). As I was driving to my university, I thought I will be one of those earliest to arrive at the university and will have one of those earliest numbers. You will not believe what I saw when I was there.

The queue already started and worst part was, the whole tent was almost occupied. Over a hundred students were already there. I started thinking to myself; “Are UM students that kiasu?” My answer was a big YES! Not only them, myself too. I found myself joining the group. It was ridiculous standing so far away from the counter. At that very moment, I decided to cut queue when I spotted Hantu Semantan. I think I made a good cut because I managed to get into the middle of the crowd.

7am: Drizzling. The length of the queue increased exponentially. No kidding. I saw umbrellas opened along the road. It’s getting hot because the crowd was getting bigger. Come 9am. The queue started moving and it was moving rather fast (Thank God). When it was my turn (after HS’s), the lady was fast and helpful, unlike the (censored) that was attending to HS. She’s impossible. Btw, my number was 159.

I marched up the stairs to level 1 of the examination hall. When I look down (the exam hall is on a hill), I was shocked to my balls. The queue I saw earlier behind me (near the entrance of the exam hall) was actually an extension from the parking lot. You can’t imagine how long that was? Let me help you…

Start at the tent with over a hundred people. Queue all the way to the main entrance and all the way to the side of the building. Down the stairs to the carpark. The queue made a U-turn when it reaches the main road and extended all the way back to the main entrance. The queue looks like one of those Michael Jackson music video where kids and adults lined up, cross-country.

10am: I walked into the hall. Cold air… Bliss. Then I saw my coursemates. To my horror, they turned a robe collection affair into a huge MNG sale look-alike. It was scary. They were trying on the robes as if they were on sale and exchanging comments and etc. Girls… Come 11am. Everything’s done. Home time. Never happier!

This is part 2 of my series of unfortunate events. I believe that I should highlight what I do not have in the office. Check it out. I don’t have:

1. Internet access (only my Outlook)
2. Phone
3. Access to departmental files to do work/research thanks to bullet no. 1
4. Work

I don’t know why I was taken in. It remains a mystery. It’s day 25. Curses. I know I shouldn’t bitch about work or office, but I believe no one in my office will read my blog. Even if they do, I don’t give a $#!T. Therefore, I should highlight what I have been doing in the office for the past 1 month and counting. I was:

1. Looking at the clock
2. Thinking of where to eat my lunch
3. Deciding what time I want to go home
4. Sending countless emails to friends and family
5. Composing my blog (as of now)
6. Talking to my friends
7. Complaining, albeit silently to myself of the predicament I’m in at the moment
8. Reading novels, magazines, books
9. Pretending to be busy just to blend into the crowd of busy people in my office.
10. The list goes on… and on… and on… and on…

Now that I’ve said such things about my company, I think I owe it to my company to highlight the good things about it. My company has:

1. Flexible working hours
2. 2 hours of lunch break on Fridays
3. Policy of going home at 4:30pm on Fridays
4. Big amount of annual leave
5. Nice employees benefits
6. English coach
7. Cool gym
8. Large workstation
9. Very cool air-conditioning
10. Very capable people
11. Very sexy people (that’s really true)

Nevertheless, the negative points outweighed the positive ones. So in short, not happy. Hoping that one day, things will change… for the better.

1 VERY BIG BOO-BOO: My office has a woman who burps so loudly and so openly, she’ll kill people around her. She doesn’t care. Neither did the people around her. It seems that I was the only one that was annoyed by her “trumpet”. What’s going on?…