Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts

Graphic Design Part 2

I haven't been updating this blog for quite some time now. I'm in the midst of having mental block of late. There is a lot of things to do but I couldn't figure out where to start. Where's the starting point? Oh, where art thou, the starting point?

Anyway, another reason is because I am once again (oh joy) playing the role of 'FOC Graphic Designer' for my company. I wonder, if I quit and decide to go full-time into graphic designing, would I get customers and earn huge income? Would you hire a novice graphic designer who designs something like this?



Before I log off, I am currently looking for:

1. A company who sells postcard and can make customized postcard designs
2. A company who sells bookmarks and can make customized bookmark designs
3. A company who sells that crazy 'roadsign' that you stick to your car with messages like 'If You Can Read This, You're Too Close!' or 'Best Looking Driver Around' or 'Honk If You're Dumb' and can make customized designs as well

Very simple, yet very hard to find. Why aren't Malaysian business marketing their products online? It's so hard to find them when we are stuck in the office, trying to source these stuffs.

Meeting with Industry Leaders

Aku kan, paling tak suka meeting tu (cebik bibir tanda menci).

Sebelum masuk meeting tu, assistant aku dah siap2 pesan, 'Good luck, babe!' Babe, it needs more than luck to go through this again and again...

😭

Datuk2 itu berkumpul dengan muka boring. Semua dah penat. Semua dah kompius.

Aku lagi bosan.

Dilema aku:

Aku diam >> mesti dieorg igt - itu young generation aa, local graduate aa, neeevvveeer give any ideas. Whhhhaaat la... No quality!

Aku bagi idea >> aiyoo.. tak tau apa2, idea apaaaaa ini??

Macam tadi kan, dieorang cakap:

Idea pertama. Get in the backbone infra. 
Issue: How to do? Need huge capital, can do kah?

Idea kedua. Rob Peter to help Paul. 
Issue: Cannot rock the boat la, haiyo. So backward that idea. Throw away la.

Idea ketiga. Do mega-project. 
Issue: What to do? We are only support service apa mega project ini semua. Karut la.

Idea bodoh aku >> Kita collaborate ramai2 buat networking. Big2 customers nak servis A,B,C,D dan E yg seamless. Currently dieorg amik servis A dari kompeni A, dan servic B dari co. B. Different company means different service platform means different tracking system means higher cost. Why not kita yg compete ngan company A, B, C, D, E tapi offer service yg sama, collaborate sama2 pool in resources develop satu platform, lepas tu kita integrate offer satu pakej ngan klien ngan harga kompetitif. Amacam?

Semua tengok aku budak mentah yg tak tau apa2 >> Budak. Kita cakap pasal projek la. Apa merepek2 ni.

Penat aku fikir tau. Last2 aku simpan saja idea2 aku ni biar masak dlm kepala otak pastu boleh buat sup.

Please la. Bukan aku tak nak tolong kaum-kerabat tau, tapi dieorg pun tak nak tolong diri-sendiri. Offer tempat kat U suruh belajar, dieorang gi bercinta / racing motor / shopping duit biasiswa / buat program tak ingat study bla3x. Walaupun tak sumer buat perkara2 di atas, tapi segelintir yg buat umpama nila setitik, rosak susu sebelanga. Amma... Sama la dalam bisnes. Bagi peluang, jual kat orang lain, duit yang dapat gi joli beli keta mewah, rumah besar, melancong luar negara, poya2x, shopping lagik, dsb sebijik macam kat U dulu.

Kesimpulannya, kehadiran aku sebagai seorang sceptic di kalangan Atok2 (macam suami aku selalu gelar mereka) adalah sebagai pemerhati dan pencatat segala kegagalan dan ketandusan idea itu >> huhu, kena buat minit mesyuarat Atok2 ni pulak :( bosan. Ulang suara. Bosan.

Event Management

When I first heard that I was going to spend 4 days in JB to help organize an event last Monday, I was alarmed. I had a lingering suspicion that I would lose my precious sleep over the weekend. The only comforting thought was I'd have access to hot water tubs for 4 days in a row, something that I always look forward to during every trips.

My worst fear and suspicions were confirmed by the way my phone kept ringing angrily followed by a flurry of instructions to do this, to do that, and oh, that also needed to be attended to. If anything, we'd be at the theatre / shopping complex / in bed in case you need to reach us, they promised me. It's awesome to be part of the management, like, I can't wait to have my own slaves someday.

We had a hectic time preparing the event. There were many rounds of emails that popped into my inbox to inform on the changes, and more changes and mooooooreeeee changes. By the time they firmed up on the tentative, another year had passed (as shown in the invitation card whereby invitees were supposed to confirm their attendance last year).

So anyway, my responsibilities were:

1. Invite the media and made them swear, tsunami or no tsunami, they'll come
2. Prepare press kit & souvenir for those who come
4. Procure a booth structure - (not done)

The booth structure was the main culprit as to why I had to sacrifice my rest days and neglect my hot bath tub. This was an emergency, for cry-out sake! The supplier had disappeared (didn't want to pick up the phone, didn't call us either) 36 hours prior to the event and somebody ought to load a gun and shoot that liar find the old structure and re-use them. Which is fine, except that the structure is spoiled. In the end, I suggested to use a plywood structure and staple the roll-up visuals to it. The way they fretted and panicked over this matter, I tell you, made me wonder whether they were doing that purely for the excitement.

On Sunday, we had a rehearsal of which the emcee pompously told everyone how to behave and made them re-rehearse a couple of times. Lepas tu, dia sendiri pulak yang buat silap during the event itself! Then we had another round of briefing and were told to come at 7 am! 7 freaking am! I had to restrain myself from bellowing - 'What the fisshhh head curry??'

So much for 7 am on Monday. The ones who told us to come at 7am came at 7.30am instead. Then I was all over the place greeting and welcoming the media (some of them were really pompous as the result of having to sacrifice their sleep to come here. Hello, some of us didn't sleep for 4 days in a row, tau?). Of course I didn't tell them that. Merely ushering them to their seats and politely shoving press kits in their hands. I had to run to greet the newcomers / entertain questions from those who had arrived and ensembled the press kits all at once and all by myself. I'm sooo looking forward to be part of the management.

So it happened finally. After 72 hours of rushing to get approvals, screaming at the fax machine, plotting, complaining, and jumping up and down in agitation, the 3-hour event went uneventfully (except during the time somebody gatecrashed our party) . My sweaty shirt stuck to my back. My stomach rumbled. My feet hurt. All for this 3-hour event. That afternoon, I vented my stress by throwing out half of the store room contents and rearranging the stuffs. It helped tremendously, I believe.

To JB and back

I'm waiting to depart. I love wireless services. I love my laptop more when there's wireless. I love MAS. Four days in JB has been a blast. I love it! I'm gonna blog about it in the next few days - featuring my lovely buddy, Ainie and Trump and lotsa. But ta. I'm going to board the flight now :P

My Day Today

Just after lunch, while waiting for my food to digest in my stomach, I glanced through my previous blog postings to see how much I have changed over the past two years. The finding is actually disheartening - I've become such a boring person who indulges more on what's happening in my head than what actually took place in reality. Whereas in my past writing I was quite illustrative when explaining events e.g. 'I had a meeting with two persons. We discussed bla3x. At the end of the meeting we agreed to bla2x. I look forward to bla2x...' Nowadays, I write e.g. 'Today I attended a meeting. Bye.'

In the past even when I walked I had planned what to blog whenever I came across something worth to share. Nowadays, I logged on, stared at the blank space, then logged out. Even 'Today I attended a meeting' became too much of a trouble.

Anyway, today I'll attempt to be less boring by telling about my boring job:

Today, I woke up to my very encouraging alarm ringtone of 'Doa Pagi' (Morning Prayer) which had repeated itself for I dunno how long. I set that alarm tone because it is becoming harder to wake up for Subuh prayer nowadays - when I was in JB, I can always depend on my housemates to wake me up for prayer but here in KL, it is self service or DIY kinda arrangement. Sometimes I still can't get used to the DIY arrangement over here.

It was drizzling quite heavily. After solat, I sat down on my comforter, trying to decide whether I should take my bath (cold!) or tidy up my room a little bit (messy), or continue to do my web design (I didn't sleep for the whole nite on Saturday because whenever the Inspiration hit me, I could never do anything until I have 'drawn' it in the Photoshop). Somehow, in the midst of debating which option to take, I had slid down on my side and dozed off, no thanks to the awfully cozy weather and warm comforter. I woke up at 8am, and it was still raining.

I reached office at 9am (the 8.30am new working hour doesn't work on rainy days), made myself a mug of hot Milo and started work while thinking with envy that my colleagues in JB are most probably still snuggled under their warm, cozy blanket (why did I transfer to KL??) since it's Johor's Hari Hol. Envy, Envy. Today I worked on the newsletter. We had finally (thank God) gotten our KDN license and I had painstakingly compiled the contents from scratch. I had completed the cover story which still needs a good photo shot (which I don't have and I'm trying think hard how should I get it). It took me four hours to write the editorial.

Many, many times I wish that I can write like
Magic. Magic writes as flawlessly as she speaks. When she writes about food, she describes it so temptatingly delicious when it's just a bowl of mee rebus. What took me four hours to write, she could probably whip up something 10 times better in a friction of that time. Magic, Magic! Oy, are you reading this? Give me some tips on how to write a good article! Thank you!

I had actually given the contents to the publisher and the Creative Director has come back with the layout and pagination of the newsletter. But I'm not too happy with it which is through no fault of her. I did ask her to use her imagination. I need to re-layout and re-paginate it again. She is right. The photos provided are so not exciting. Those photos were taken by me whenever I made my trip to JB so they are very amateurish shots.

By the way, I am not handling newsletter publication per se. The newsletter is published quarterly and this issue is very slow in progress because of numerous problems and we are extremely busy for this quarter of the year. Whenever I had finished editing something, it'll take a few days more for my manager to clear it off pulak coz he has to oversee a lot more other things. For the moment, Magic's articles are still in my boss' PC. I'd be very glad when the printing's started.

When I was re-doing the layout, the Finance GM stopped by to ask, 'So, 007, what are you doing right now?' I grinned when he referred me as Bond's famous ID. The reason is because he caught me closing all work files when he stood nearby. I had been asked by Trump to keep my projects confidential that not even my manager knows why I would frown the whole day deep in thoughts of things I have to work on for the projects. I never really like working on the projects because it's more to what Chairman is doing. While he has the patience to slowly but comprehensively construct his reports, I have not even an ounce of that patience.

I guess I prefer work that requires quick, creative and dynamic thought process rather than complicated, technical and factual report. My favourite project so far is the website. Website is cool, funky, dynamic and (in our case) colorful. Details are updated frequently, and I can always pick up the phone to change / add on something that I think would make the web more fun to browse through.

The keyword in being a web project keeper is FUN. Writing newsletter may be tedious, but the contents must be FUN. Whereas, any design job is a favourite of mine coz I think the work process and the output is FUN.

At the end of the day, I just like to see a job well done and include the FUN factors to keep me enthusiastic.

So now, I've finished my work and I'm going off for jogging again so I'd better sign off now, change and pray Asar before I make my way to Titiwangsa Lake. Ciao!

JB Trip

Last week, aku gi JB. Ada video shooting. Pergi naik kereta company dengan beberapa staff JB yang turun ke KL. Sampai di JB dalam pukul 10 malam, terus check in hotel.

Huhu.. Tak bestnya. Bilik aku dah la kat hujung dunia, lepas tu kejap2 kena telefon maintenance / housekeeping untuk baiki TV dan hantar tuala mandi. Akhirnya pukul 12 barulah aku setelkan mandi / iron baju /solat. Ces. Cakap hotel berbintang2. Tapi entah haper2.

Tengok TV sekejap sebelum tido. Yang puas hati ialah katilnya yang 'King sized'. Sayangnya Survivor dengan Ainie tak boleh join pulak malam tu.

Besoknya, Ainie amik kat hotel pergi ke ofis. Lepas tu aku arrange pas keselamatan untuk videographer dan pergi temankan dieorang buat shooting. Dalam pukul 12.30tgh, pergi ke ofis dan pujuk Survivor pergi lunch. Lama tak lepak2 sesama. Tak lama lepas tu, Ainie join kiteorang. Mulalah sesi 'gelak macam setan'.

Malamnya, tumpang rumah Ainie. Kiteorang tido lewat sebab tengok bola. Germany vs Argentina. Ainie terlompat2 bersorak untuk Argentina. Mungkin sebab permainannya yang membosankan, aku kurang emosional. Hehe. Kalau tak aku pun akan lompat2 sama. Akhirnya Argentina kalah. Sungguh tak disangka. Agak bengang dengan keputusan tu.
Hari Sabtu. Bangun agak lambat, borak2 lepas tu turun dan cuci muka. Mak Ainie ajak breakfast. Dia masak gulai tulang. Sedap. Mak Ainie memang pandai masak. Sesambil tu dia dok bercerita pasal kawen2 ni. Aku geli-geleman sebenarnya nak citer pasal benda2 cam ni, rasa dah nak terkeluar balik roti, hash brown dengan gulai tu. Tapi layan je la.

Tengahari, janji dengan Survivor lunch kat Arked Meranti, UTM. Rindu nak makan ABC Special ;) Lepas borak2 dengan lamanya, Survivor balik dulu sementara aku & Ainie naik keta Chairman ke Skudai Parade, gi main archery. Best gak tapi sakit tangan pegang busur panah tu lelama. Lepas dua game, dah cuak giler tengok jam dah pukul 5.30 ptg (flight kul 6.30pm), kiteorang bergegas keluar. Chairman pecut ke Senai. Nasib baik dia bawak BMW. Dengan confident nya dia cakap akan sampai ke airport pukul 6.15 pm. Tengok2, memang tepat sangkaannya. Oleh sebab aku sangat lega in time untuk flight aku, aku puji la mamat ni:

'Dahsyat la you. Camane you boleh agak ye? I wish I boleh jadi terer macam you.''Apa? Ulang sekali lagi? Tak dengar la?'
Ainie dan aku buat muka boring.
'Takde2x! Nanti you jadi poyo.' Mamat tu dah tersengih2.
Menyesal pulak aku puji dia.
Lepas check in, Ainie belanja strawberry smoothie sementara tunggu boarding flight. Then barulah naik ke departure lounge. Huhu.. Sedihnya tinggalkan JB!!! Tapi, what a fun weekend :) I miss my friends.

Feeling The Heat of The Battle

Work is taxing me, even more than usual. Ever since my colleague went off on maternity leave, I had been desperately trying to hold everything together. At the same time, Trump has piled more works on top of my shopping cart. I've had it up to my eyeballs, at the back of my teeth, beneath my skin with everything. I'm losing it.

When Trump ticked me off for submitting something less satisfactory, he said, 'You got to buck up. You're not doing fine nowadays.' I felt like throwing up my hands and told him, 'How? How do you suggest I do that??'

'In my department, I'm doing EVERYTHING. It's fine a year ago, I don't have that much responsibilities. We haven't started the website project, the customer feedback is handled by another department, the newsletter hasn't started, the corporate video was still screwed up.

Today, I'm up to my neck with all these. The website needs to be updated every week, the customers need their enquiries answered, the press releases must be written and sent out, and somebody has to write the contents of our newsletter. And you just asked us to do TWO corporate videos, for cry-out-sake!

Fine, it's ok a month ago. I can cope and throw in a few design works when I'm not even the graphic designer for this company. The next day I can submit that report you want, sure as eggs are eggs sir. But when my colleague's baby popped out, I've to take over HER job as well! Somebody has to process that publication payment, and source for new souvenir items, and submit monthly progress report. That someone is ME! And on top of that, we need to launch a campaign to protect our company's interests, well, guess again it's MY department consisting of ME and my boss. If that is not enuff, you have ME sit in meetings and stuffs...'

'I can do everything (semangat 'can do' @ Malaysia Boleh) but don't expect great momentum when the landscape keeps changing. Plus, I need an extra pair of helping hands. Why is my department only having one staff when others have two or three? Yet I'm doing work for three persons at one time.'

Wah, basuh Trump bersungguh2! But, macam biasa, it never got out of my mouth. I just keep silent but I guess the expression I wore reminded Trump of that very rebellious, devil-may-care me who started to update Jobstreet account the moment I submitted that report he yelled for a few months ago. Sorry Trump, one more toe out of the line I will let go of everything. For real this time.

Mimpi Apakah Ini?

Sejak kebelakangan ni aku teramat tension. Bukan apa, Trump suruh aku buat satu kertas kerja dalam masa 2 hari je! Maka akupun kena la bertungkus-lumus menyiapkannya.

Hari Rabu tu, aku bawak balik la kertas kerja tu untuk siapkan di rumah memandangkan ofis aku sejuk macam dalam freezer. Aku nih, kalau sejuk memang tak boleh berfikir dan menaip sebab jari dah kebas!

Tapi memandangkan hari tu aku banyak kerja jugak jadi aku pun keletihan teramat sangat. Bawak motor pun separuh sedar. Hehe. Bila sampai di rumah, aku terus tido. Nasib baik aku tak boleh solat lagi :p Sedar-sedar je, dah pukul 11.30 malam (padahal aku nak tengok South Korea vs. Togo, tapi dah terlajak tido plak). Aku bangun dan mandi, lepas tu aku pun on laptop dan mulalah bermain Spider Solitaire :p Hehe. Warm up otak dulu...

Selama 4 jam 1/2 aku berhempas pulas menyiapkan bendalah tu. Sebenarnya aku nih lebih cergas berfikir waktu malam. Tak tau naper. Siang aku cepat hilang fokus. Waktu study pun most of the time aku study malam, tapi siang aku buat la notes ke, gi kuliah ke. Kalau study siang kompem aku tak boleh masuk.

Akhirnya pukul 4 pagi, aku pun menghabiskan rumusan. Aku save dalam MP3, pastu aku shut down dan terus tido.

Aku mimpi Trump tengah mengamuk. Huhu, takutnya! Tapi dia mengamuk kat tengah padang bola! Aku kompius jap. Aku tengok team Holland tengah buat warm up sambil menyanyi. Tetiba dari satu sudut aku tengok Shebby meluru dari sebelah kiri dan terus menyumbat satu gol ke dalam gol Holland! Huh? Aku kompius lagi. Kenapa Shebby sumbat gol sedangkan game belum mula?? Aku tengok jurulatih Holland memarahi goalkeeper dieorang sebab biarkan Shebby sumbat gol. Erk.

Trump dah hilang ke mana entah. Pastu aku pun tak ingat apa dah jadi. Bila aku bangun, masih terngiang2 lagi team Holland menyanyi. Hahaha!

Itulah, kempunan tak boleh tengok bola. Kan dah termimpi2 pulak! :p

Behind The Superb Service There Is A Hassled, Annoyed Lady

One of my boring and most hateful work is answering enquiries from customers via email. You can't begin to imagine how exasperating it is to deal with people who are too lazy to read available information but find it more convenient to just hit the 'Ask Us' button. If the info is not there, fine. Go ahead and ask me. If the info is unclear, fine. I don't mind to help. That's why I'm here.

But what about if the info is there, well-explained and easy to understand even by a five-year-old kid? What about if you spend a long time compiling the info for the convenience of your customer so they can immediately view it without requesting for it and STILL get enquiries about it to be delivered personally to an email address? What other excuse can these bunch of buggers give except that they're too lazy to read and too kiasu with the 'Ask Us' button?

These attitude really annoys me, like crazy in fact. But if I can't not answer these lazy people, I can, within my freedom as an individual entity who has to deal with these mentally-challenging people, criticize these bunch of species.

Because I thought our customers can't find the info they are looking for in our previous dull and static website, I took up a three tireless months of compiling information, data and conducting surveys on best sites all over the globe to come up with a beautiful, interactive and information-driven website. All that our customers need to know are just at their fingertips. Even the most frequently asked questions (FAQs) are updated constantly to ensure customers' enquiries are attended to instantly. It least occured to me that they don't look for answers, they wait for answers to come to them. Too lazy to read and skim for the info they want and because they almost instantly get the reply, users will continue to email me redundant questions.

I got so annoyed recently when I received this email:

'Can you please tell the timing for the follwoing break ups: -
1) How much time will it take to reach from station A to reach Point B.
2) Is Point B same as B Station? If yes, is it ok if I reach B station directly?
3) How much time it normally takes at Point B?
4) And if I can reach B station directly, I assume that I can take a bus from Point B to reach Point C?
5) How much time will it take to reach from Point B to Point C.
6) How much time it normally takes at Point C?
7) How much time it normally takes to reach Point D from Point C?
8) How much time it normally takes to reach Point E from Point D.

Above information will help me to make some idea about the time I need to finally reach Point E from Point A. I have to be there at 9.00 pm.


Note to teachers: This is what you get when you raise kids who are exam-oriented. Sampai besar pun still require to be spoon-fed. These questions are akin to 'Encik, ujian ni masuk bab berapa? Bab 1 tu keluar tajuk yang mana satu? Berapa soalan dari tajuk ni? Nak kena baca buku teks je ke atau kena carik rujukan lain?'

You can't help getting asthma attack if you deal with this sort of people every single day. Even people who don't have to deal with them will get cross-eyed when they come across these qs. To make it simpler for you guys out there, this fella wants to get from Point A to Point E. A normal person would want to know the average time to get from Point A to Point E without bothering to drill into too much details. From this info, he/she will basically calculate what time to start the journey in order to make it at Point E before 9 pm. This average time (during peak hour and off- peak hour) is already available in the website anyway. With this knowledge, and with the procedures spelt out clearly in the website, normal average person doesn't have to ask anything anyway.

After all, it's just a 3 hours travel, not Amazing Race episode or even the making of Mission Impossible 4. I can just imagine this Tom Cruise-wannabe painstakingly putting these info into his latest technology digital watch with a Mission Impossible theme song playing in the background and a female voice who tells him:

'You have 2 hours 59 minutes to accomplish the 'Point E Mision'...' A hologram map appears behind his highly-sophisticated eyewear.. 'quickly jump onto the red bus! you have 2 minutes to be at Point B...' more high-pitched Mission Impossible theme song, '... Next step requires 4 minutes 39 seconds to accomplish. Be careful! Don't lose the red bus.' and there'd be snipers who'd try to gun him down to stop him from getting to Point E to make it more challenging, until he arrives at Point E, 'Mission accomplished.' Trettet teretettet...

To this kind of person, I would recommend 'A Complete Guide of Travel Planning for Idiots' before you even hit the 'Ask Us' button. I'd be sorry to anybody in other part of the world should this person try to venture beyond this country's boundary.

My Compulsive Obsessive Nature to Organize Untidy Stuffs

At the best of time, this is a wonderful nature that helps me to de-stress. When encountered with an ugly terrible mess, a tiny voice at the back of my mind crooned delightfully, 'Oooh... Look at that mess! I'm going to have fun setting it straight again!'

But unfortunately, this nature also pops up whenever I DON'T have the time or THE MOOD to tidy things up. My hands will automatically reach out to store that paper in that file / folder, and that pencil into that pen holder. And that newspaper ought to be put elsewhere but my table. In the waste basket for instance. No matter how my brain screams, 'Oh, leave it for tomorrow, you idiot! I'm tired already!' It just didn't work, my poor, poor brain.

Yesterday, I had a little bit of free time since I've finished with Trump's speech and other things are just not that urgent matter to be attended to. So I decided to organize the payment documents.

For several months now, payment was totally out of my hand. When I first joined my department, I had set a certain procedure of filing things to make it easier to locate that particular item immediately. The same thing goes for the payment file - whenever the department purchases anything, the first process is to fill in the Purchase Requisition form (PR) and attached together with a memo to justify the procurement. The memo being approved and the PR signed, the order is then placed. Once the procurement department released the Purchase Order form and the supplier has given their invoice and verified, the PO and the invoice is submitted to the procurement team so that payment can be processed. To simplify, the process goes like this:

PR + Memo + quotations --> PO (released by procurement dept) --> PO + invoice (submit to procurement dept) --> payment released

So, all those documents make up one transaction and these are made copies to be filed by the procuring department to refer to at the end of the year (how much of the budget has been spent).

I then moved out of the department and several people came aboard. Eventually, I am back in the department again. Suddenly, payment comes under me. And suddenly, I have to sort 3 piles of jumbled up and mixed up documents which had never been filed since I left the department.

It was mind-boggling. It was a huge confusion. It was a tsunami experience. My table was buried under hundreds of pages, pages, pages forward, more papers than I had ever read and I felt so alive.

Yup, I felt an euphoria at the thoughts of having to organize these papers according to date / transaction / agency / status of payment... When Trump came to tell me to add something in his speech, I had 2 hard cover document files covering half of my table, and papers all over the place - on the floor, on tissue box, on the monitor, on the telephone, on document tray, on my mug, everywhere except on me. Even my keyboard and my handphone were buried under these avalanche of papers.

Trump doesn't like to see messy tables (which is why, I have the suspicion, that he had overlooked Chairman's capabilities because Chairman simply haven't learn to tidy his own desk despite numerous times I taught him how to be more organized. Luckily, now he has someone more permanent to do that for him *wink*).

However, Trump likes to see his staff at hard work. So he was rather indecisive whether to reprimand me for the state of my table, or to encourage me to stay back 'because you have a lot of work to do.' So he settled with a remark, 'You like to work under that condition is it?'

So now I have managed to clear one pile of the documents comprising of 4 months of transactions. The documents are meticulously stored according to date of order, items, and status of payment. The rest of the documents which are waiting to be filed, are tidily placed at one corner of my table to be tackled tomorrow. Everywhere is a picture of perfection.

The same goes to documents in my PC. They are organized together according to subject matter, and kept in separate folders. So I have many folders which I kept together under one folder so it doesn't look too messy. The next time somebody ask for a picture from my image databank, all I have to do is to ask specific questions and quickly retrieve the correct image :)

It is a wonderful, wonderful experience to think in neatly compartmentalized mental.

When I Feel Like Hiding Under The Table...

Aku dan PA Trump:
'Carneyz, appointment you ngan Dr. N next week ye? Dia tak free besok. I block Monday?'
>Scan organizer<
'Monday I on leave.'
'Tuesday?'
'OK. Morning or afternoon?'
'Afternoon you kan sit in discussion ngan Datuk & Datuk H?'
'Oh yeah... pukul 3.30pm ye?'
'A'ah. OK, I block 10am. Dr. N's office.'
'Sure.'
'Jangan lupa discussion Project A besok, 4 pm.'
'Pukul 4 ye? (scribble in organizer) Nanti I call dieorang.'

Aku & bos:
'Carneyz, I want you to go to JB next week. Tuesday.'
'Oh, but I am blocked the whole day.'
'Really? OK, make it Wednesday la.'
'In the meantime, try to submit that summary for corporate video's input by tomorrow. Datuk is anxious to see the storyboard any time soon.'
'Will do.'
'3 pm David will be in to discuss on this project. I want you to sit in.'
'OK.'
>bila gamaknya aku nak siapkan data tu untuk Trump padahal dier nak by Thursday. Gila, gila! Aku gila!!<

Aku & colleague:
'Carneyz, I email contact details publisher. Pastu department budget kat you.'
'Za, I rasa macam I pulak nak terberanak ni.'
'Takpelah. Take it as a challenge.'
'Apsal la u nak beranak time ni?' (dier just gelak2)
>challenge giler babas<

Aku & dia:
'Sayang, banyak betul keje. Tension la. Nasib baik ada sayang.'
'Ala, kesiannya sayang...'

P/S: Caiyok2x buat diri-sendiri...!

Over The Weekend

Trump recently remembered that he is coaching me in my MBA. He has given a parallel subject to what he gave me during my interview last time to research on and discuss tomorrow. In my panic, I have emailed Big Boss for help. After all, he is taking MBA elsewhere and he maybe has done this topic before.

On top of that, Trump dumped more things to read (on countries' competitiveness analysis, mind you) on my table with instructions to discuss this as well. And on top of that too, he has also clearly specified a book titled 'The World Is Flat' written by a Mr. Friedman who has successfully fried my brain over the weekend trying to cramp his analyses and of course, this too shall be discussed tomorrow. Horror. An essay, a 30-page document to read, and 275-page book to digest.

That didn't stop me to spend my Saturday shopping with my ex-roommate back when I was studying in UTM. We wandered around Masjid Jamek, fingering fabrics and sampling food. In our mind, we have a vision to start a business and we are testing the market first before we invest in it. At night, we went to fetch my CLK (cute little komputer) from Beloved, had dinner together, before hopping on my bike to go back to my friend's apartment where I spent the night.

You could say. It was an interesting weekend.


Note: Takziah buat Kak Noamee yang kehilangan anaknya, Adik Hilmi... Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas adik Hilmi. Al-Fatihah.

When Ambitions Change Direction

There was a time when working in a corporate environment was a romantic dream. All those opportunities to wear smart suits, display cool professional gadgets, fly all around the world, drive big cars, rub shoulders with the wealthy & famous, being treated like one, etc. For years, I set my heart out to be one of the corporate figures. It seems the happiest thing to do. Being in a corporate world is the definition of success, and I'm happiest being successful.

When you finally arrive at the doorstep of corporate world and you step in, the dream that you cradle lovingly in your heart shatters into thousands of pieces. All these have got to come with a price - you have to sell your soul, your time & your loved ones to hang on in this world.

For a start, there's work. Work you learn to do but never learn to love. Every day you toil doing something joyless. Then there's the people. The people who are concerned over the dollar they spent. They want to squeeze as much values possible from their money spent, which translated into demands, negotiations, etc. You hate to push people, and you hate to be pushed. But baby, this is all corporate world is about. That's why with all the pushings, they are known as the world mover. The world stands still unless business drives it.

People only respect you when you are in your smart suits. They don't give a hoot when you change into your ordinary clothes, despite the fact you're the same person. The smart suit represents power & status. (No matter the fact I wore my business jacket while riding my CLK). The hypocrisy of everything. What do you get in the end of pretending to be one of the corporate players? You spend what you earn to preserve your reputation. More suits, more gadgets and more of everything just so you can be deemed as equals among corporate people.

In my 15 years of education, I was taught without great sacrifices, there is no great success. That is why I never hesitated to sacrifice what I have to achieve success. Time, money and lately, my soul. Profit vs. conscience. Meeting vs. loved ones. A detailed report vs. rest & sleep. Nothing is spared.

But why am I so reluctant to leave if it makes me unhappy? Is it because the world still defines success as how I once defined it? If you can be totally honest with your own prejudice, who is a more successful woman? A lawyer who has an expensive wardrobe, a big car and a beautiful house; or a simple housewife who raises up five kids with none of them goes hungry, unloved and uncared for despite daily financial limitations? If you tell yourself you want to forego career because you want to raise your kids and give them the best possible love & care, or spend more time with your family members instead of setting business goals to close in a deal, does it mean you're short of ambitions?

I am at a point of questioning my lifelong dream because when I close my fingers to grasp it, it turns out to be such a disappointment. It feels like somebody pricks a needle into a balloon and it bursts and you realize there's nothing inside it. Your dream actually has shattered, leaving you clueless of what exactly is the right thing to do for the rest of your life.

What happens when dreams deferred? What happens when you figured out what you want and work hard towards it only to realize it is not exactly what you want?

It has better be between a confectionery shop or a chicken rice restaurant.

This Week

Finally!

The meeting will take place tomorrow at 9 am. Hopefully, Trump will not change the presentation. For the moment, I'm tired + hungry. My stomach rumbled a few times throughout the day. My brain:

'Oy! Dah la tak tido, tak makan plak tu??! You'd better earn RM100K per month salary to compensate for this penderaan, tau??!'

Penderaan? Talking about penderaan, I remembered my last weekend. Jen, Ainie & I were hitching a ride in Chairman's BMW. Dah la tumpang kereta dia, pastu mendera dia pulak tu.

'Pinch him, Jen.' (Ainie from the front seat)
'Can aah?' (Jen, sitting right behind the driver's seat)
'I thot you're the one with 'tangan ketam'? (Carneyz from behind Ainie)
'No. Jen pinches harder.' (Ainie)
'I pinch aah?' (Jen)
'.... (These crazy girls! $#@%! Chairman in his mind)
'.... SAKIT LAH!' (Chairman finally yelled)

Can you imagine that? All we had to go through to get him to speak? (terbalik pulak, not all he has to go through when he was with us) We have a recording of Chairman's voice, anybody? Bidding starts at RM1. All copyright go to Ainie. The Gila Kuasa.

Fast track to this week. From Monday until today, I attended meetings that lasted from 9.30am to as late as 6.30pm. Yesterday, as expected, kena bambu dengan Trump. Dah la kena bambu, boleh balas balik cakap dia.

'Why like this?'
'You said like that? Correct what?'
'No, I want it to be like this... bla2x...'
'Ok2x, I'll change later la.'

Suka2 aje ye, gaduh ngan CEO sendiri? Meh, cubit sket pipi yang chubby tu. My dad would have died in shame to have such an outspoken daughter like me. Tapi, aku kat rumah tak de ye. Anak yg wonderful, wonderful aje ;)

OK la. Nak balik dah ni. Ngantuks... zzzz...

'Carneyz! Waah! Like KL people now yeah?'
'Mana ader... Shut up, you! Shut up!'
'Waah... rude like one also...'

Trump & Life-getter

Ohmegod. Don't tell me I can't attend my friend's wedding this weekend! *bite nails* I've bought the ticket and all... *inhale breath sharply*

Trump: This is rather slow. I need the report before next week.
Me (blinked in confusion): I'm sorry, there's not much I can do since you asked me to do it yesterday (yesterday evening, Mr. Trump. You think I'm the Internet itself ke?). I mean, I'm still doing it.
Trump: You have to think, you know.
Me (in heart): Oh yeah? Don't I just?? The room was filled with a bunch of white-haired people who spent their lifetimes in their work, and they can't even churn out a cent worth of two-cents. You want me to do that in what? 1 day??
Me: Sorry, Datuk.
Trump: While you're at that, I want you to also furnish these info. Number 1, blabla... Number 2, blabla.. also, blabla...
Me *vision of rolling around on the carpet*: Yes, Datuk. OK, Datuk. I will, Datuk. (die, Carneyz, DIEEE!!)

Backtrack to Wednesday:

Coming out of the tiring meeting, straightaway attacking Google. The Finance Manager wandered and stopped by for a chat.

FM: You're not going to JB? (his favorite question)
Me: No, Mr. C. I'm very occupied right now.
FM: So how do you find KL?
Me: OK-lah.
FM: OK only? KL more fun what...
Me: ...
FM: Been anywhere?
Me (stopping to answer him politely): My life exists between office and Kinokuniya, Mr. C.
FM (started to laugh) : Aiya... No friends here kah?
Me: I bred everything in JB.
FM (laughed again): Get a boyfriend-lah!
Me (laughed as hard & decided to play along): Aiyo, that bad ke? Now ur making my life sounds pathetic pulak. You tell me, is there a guy who wants to spend his time on a date in a bookstore ke?
FM: Aiya, you. Get a life la.
Me: Some other time, not now la. I've got a deadline, you know?
FM: What? To get married?
Me *geleman* : Don't talk about that 'M' word. My deadline for this report la.

There's a 50-50% chance I can go to my friend's wedding. Only 50%. Rasa macam zaman buat tesis dulu la pulak. Tekanan perasaan...

Menggapai Impian Sejauh Paris

... korang mesti cakap aku tak de keja ke bley hapdet blog tetiap ari??

Kesimpulannya, bukan tak de keja tapi sbb aku stress jadi kena unload sket feeling tu kat blog. Kalu tak jadi Hulk.

Semalam aku balik lambat, dalam pukul 8.30 malam. Tupun hosmet aku sumer tak sampai rumah lagi.

Letrik trip lagi. Capai bulu ayam, restart balik, pastu masuk bilik, campak beg, kuar bilik tuang air, minum, masuk bilik dan terus baring. Keletihan sebab semalam tido pukul 3 pagi menyiapkan analisis yang dibentangkan depan tak kurang dari 4 Datuk dan yang lain pun head of industries. Oleh sebab terlampau detailed la analisis aku tu, dieorang gelar 'the DNA of your industry'. Trump betul2 berbangga dengan DNA tu.

Terlalu berbangga sampaikan arinih dia suruh aku siapkan report baru. Aku terkebil2 tengok siling. Ainie dah nak ke Bahrain tak lama lagi. Aku jugak yang masih terdampar di sini. Chairman buat report dan dapat pegi ke Europe, Dubai. Aku jugak yang masih terdampar di sini. Aku peluk bantal koala bear, mengiring dan terus tido. Tak tengok pun citer 'Mya Zara', faveret aku tu.

Aku nak gi Paris la. Tak payah tunggu sesapa hantar, aku nak gi sendiri. Rindunya nak berjalan2 ke luar negara. Dah lama tak jejalan nih. Masalahnya, gaji ciput cam ni, mampu ke aku nak gi jejalan??

Pejam mata rapat2. Kalau takut dilambung ombak, jangan berumah di tepi pantai, kata orang2 tua. Kalau takut bermimpi, jangan tido. Lalu aku pun tido. Dibuai mimpi ke Paris.

Airport Website Revamp Project

Check out our website at www.senaiairport.com


Senai Airport might not compete with KLIA or even Changi Airport (2nd best airport in the world, Incheon Airport now best airport) in terms of capacity, passenger & flight traffic and international routes, but our website is sure more interesting than KLIA or any other airport in Malaysia.

P/S: Website revamped project headed by yours truly.