Chaotic Organized

Chaotic organized = berkecamuk tersusun. Kata2 nih paling sesuai menggambarkan keadaan mental dan fizikal aku la nih. Bila mental aku berkecamuk, aku akan menjadi orang yang paling suka berkemas dan menyusun persekitaran aku supaya aku letih dan berhenti berfikir.

Sabtu lepas, aku pindah ke bilik baru. 3 orang housemates dah pindah, jadi akhirnya ada bilik kosong untuk aku masuk. Memang lega, sebab selama hampir setahun, aku cuma tido kat ruang tamu.

Hampir setahun lepas grad. Cepatnya masa berlalu.

Aku beli kipas warna ungu n aku bercadang nak beli langsir warna biru supaya matching ngan cadar n comforter aku. Aku tak de katil (maklum la orang bujang) tapi masa aku dok kolej dulu aku beli carpet yang murah giler (under RM50), jadi nampak berseri sket bilik aku.

Hujung minggu dihabiskan ngan mengemas dan mengatur bilik aku. Biasalah aku. Bila fikiran berkecamuk, aku melepaskan geram dengan mengemas. Aku mengetuk, menyapu, mengemop, menyusun, membasuh dan mencuci segala macam benda arituh. Asal bersepah je, aku kemas. Asal kotor je, aku cuci. Asal berdebu, aku lap. Yang penting aku dapat mengalih perhatian daripada fikiran yg berkecamuk tuh.

It's a way to let out the pent-up energy so I wouldn't feel anything but exhaustion.

Bukan setakat bilik aku kemas, aku cuci toilet yg memang dah bersih. Aku berus dinding, lantai, sinki, toilet seat, toilet bowl dan pintu (pintu pun tak tinggal!) sampai semerbak bau dan putih melepak.

Lepas tu aku cuci baju yang sehelai dua dlm baldi. Then aku sapu rumah, mop lantai, cuci pinggan, nak bersihkan dapur tapi housemate dah tolong buat, susun kasut, susun kotak, buang sampah dsb. Last2, aku cuci motor kesayangan aku plak.

Tapi malam tu aku tetap tak boleh tido. Mengenangkannya.

More from me...

Aaaahhhh... Life feels great. Really greeeatttt.

My house is chaotic, my work never-ending, my company didn't keep their promise of giving us a raise after 6 months slaving away in hope of getting THAT raise (oh, I so hate it when people didn't keep their promises!), and someone is accusing me something.

OK, I've explained all but one. One and two tie with each other. If my company gave me the raise, I'll have enuff money to rent a house by myself. Moi apartement. Tout moi. Tak payah sakit hati bila someone 'forgot' to do house chores. Tak payah nak sound or remind anybody to do house chores. Tak payah makan hati bila balik keja penat2 tengok rumah tak bersapu.

The last part, ouch. That really hurts la. If only that person knew that un-sound accusations without valid proof, is the first blow that cracks any sort of relationship. Enough said.

... I better update my resume and get prepared to leave this place, leave this state and go back home. Hujan emas di negeri orang, lebih baik aku bergelar tuan di negeri sendiri. Hah!

Pour vous, oui monsieur!

This is to illustrate how a business favor works.

Breakfast session

Boss: 'Have you filled up the registration form for the Corporate Branding Conference in Singapore?'
Me: 'Not yet. The deadline is 11th, next week.'
Boss: 'Have you arranged for anyone to do it for you while we are here in KL?'
Me: '...'
(Boss opened mouth to start another round of lecture and Ainie had a look of horror on her face)
Me: 'I'll get Chairman.'

I lost count of how many 'IOUs' I had given to Chairman. Chairman had done many favors and I had repayed only about 25% of the favor. I was about to issue another IOU to him.

Me: 'Chairman...'
Chairman: 'What's up?'
Me: 'How's Jen?'
Chairman: 'You called just to...?'
Me: 'Just kidding. I need a favor.'
Chairman: 'Hmm...'
Me: 'Urgent.'
Chairman: 'What?'
Me: 'There's a form in my topmost document tray. Please help me to fill it in, then get Mr. Trump to sign it, and then fax it over to KL and Singapore.' (all said in a breath)
Chairman: 'Huh?'
Me: 'McD?'

About half an hour later, Chairman rang me up.

Chairman: 'What am I to fill? Your name? Your boss' name? Who's approving manager? What's KL fax no.? How many days to attend? I think McD is not enuff. Mr. Trump is in a bad mood today.' (I can imagine him sipping his drink and pacing up and down in front of Mr. Trump's door – a sign that he's panicking).
Me: 'Hmm. Mine & his. Mr. Trump. The number's written on the fax machine. 2 days. OK, I'll upgrade to KFC.'

About 4 pm, he rang up again.

Chairman: 'KL said, I need a memo.'
Me: 'So write one.'
Chairman: 'What?? What to write?' (Panicky)
Me: 'Go to my PC, this is my password (*****), open Outgoing Doc folder in My Doc, then just use one of those memos I had done before.'
Chairman: 'You know this is more than what we bargained?'
Me: 'And your point?'
Chairman: 'Hyatt or Pan Pac?'
Me: 'Mother father...'
Chairman: 'Deal. Nice having business with you, Carneyz.'

I made a mental note to include his name in the media lunch at any one of those hotels. Surrounded by reporters. Who would ask him lotsa questions. Ha ha. I have the last word here.

Me: 'Chairman?'
Chairman: 'What?'
Me: 'Deal.'

2nd Day @ Work

Last nite there was a farewell dinner to all trainees under my division and welcome dinner to Ainie who's joining the division for the subsequent 3 months.

('Ainie, ur under my department now.' 'NO! I tot Marketing??' 'No.' 'Carneyz, I'll dieeeee!' while hugging me in the hope that she'll sap away my spirit or something)

All the managers did a 'Yee Sang' (izit correct, Jen?) including us and there were wishes uttered during the occasion:

'Bigger paycheque!' 'More success!' 'New office please...' Lastly from Ainie, 'Marry rich guy!' (tulah, dulu macam nak rak kitaorang matchmake ngan Chairman tak nak plak...)

We spent the night at Ainie's place and at 6.45 am Jen woke me up, half-groggily,
'Carneyz. Prayer time... zzzz...' (sabar jelah, tak pe Jen, in the future, u must also learn how to wake up early n pray 'Subuh'! Hah! :p)

2nd day at work felt strange. My current supervisors don't know what to do with me so they settled to give me simple tasks as to check calculations, yada2. Then my former boss asked me to join a meeting so I can hand over my pending tasks to a worried-looking Ainie (Ainie just came over to check with me whether it was Mr. K or Mr. S who told that we can keep the Xmas trees at one of the stores).

Still, I have limited opportunity to blog as my workstation is OPEN TO THE WORLD TO SEE. Oh, greattt...

Shifting From Comfort Zone

Finally it's happening. The Great Departmental Shift. When we came in this morning, we were lingering at the main area, looking lost and feeling it. Jen looked awfully miserable as she had to go to GH department, which is separated from the main office where we have been working for the last 6 months.

'Are we moving?'
'Why must I move far, far away from u guys?'
'Are we moving?'

Chairman wandered around, trying to decide which cubicle he likes best. Finally he settled to sit in front of his great buddy, my first enemy here. Then Ainie helped Jen to move her stuff while I made arrangements to go to a meeting somewhere else.

My 10.30 meeting was held in Gelang Patah at one of the well-known port. After the meeting, we were accompanied for a tour around and it was really impressive (it still hasn't beat beloved's office and talking about human sensor, I still felt like chuckling remembering the way beloved suddenly flung his arms to create a sort of a movement so the lights at his office turn on)

So now I'm under a new department at a more open space where everyone can see me blogging (no more secluded area!). To be continued...