Been using the phrase 'misplaced priorities' various times in the recent months.
When there's drama anywhere and people tend to focus on the unimportant details....misplaced priorities.
When there's poverty and improvements urgently needed (education, infrastructure, global warming, pollution, crime, etc) and we send an astronut to the space. Millions spent and err what is he doing now for the people? I am not blaming him....i am just not seeing the need for that at the moment. How much was spent..i mean, actually spent?
Last night on StarNewsAsia, they showed the street protests in Indonesia....protesting some traditional dance...apparently, Malaysia is claiming it as our own? And what comes to mind is.....and what? Is this a life threatening situation for anyone now? Wasn't there flood over there recently? And aren't we expecting the haze to be blowing over here soon?
Misplaced priorities.....
I am not saying i have the answer on how to 'save the world'.....far from that. But surely there's bigger issues to deal with now?
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Work slut...me?
Ok...ok...so i've changed jobs a couple of times. Ok, fine...more than the usual couple of times within the last 2-3 years! Happy?
But to call me a work slut?
My previous client (i actually would not consider him a client because eventho yeah, i sold him a RM20K custom made kitchen, i didn't actually get any comission from it....damn!)....well, anyway....we've been in touch since (well, that must've been 2 jobs ago) and when he heard i moved again (yes, i just started a new job mid Nov 07 and let's not count the months yet ok?), he called me a work slut!
I have to admit that the kitchen job was like a desperate move.....i was jobless for like 3 months and getting bored out of my mind and the opportunity came and i took it.
Work 6 days a week....really ah? Err ok.
Work weekends...err damn but ok.
To be based in the mall....ok.
Half my previous salary...damn..ok.
Must achieve sales target per month....oh god *shiver*...but ok.
Involves loads of calculations, take own measurements of site.....calculate? oh man...ok.
Service industry so work on public holidays, etc..... *teary eyes*...ok
Learn 3D program for designing purposes.....finally...ok
Wear uniform......shit!!!!!!!!
Ok, so the uniform was a major turn off...it just made the 6-day week and work on holidays seem ok.
Uniforms are so overrated....it confines our creativity. Well, unless of course you are working in a restaurant or something where you need to be identified. Ok, so the main reason is that i do not wear shirts, man. The shirt material was bad and so unflattering. *bimbo mode*
So i managed to find an excuse and not wear the uniform for the 6 months i spent working there.
The moment i got an offer to do PR, i grabbed it! Quit within 24 hours and started the next day.
Well, let's fast forward and here i am in this current job.
If i'm a work slut, surely i will work for more money?
This decision to join journalism is something i had to think carefully about. I had so many doubts in my mind...what if i can't write or i don't do well here? My first few days was like a war in my mind...i was feeling discouraged and low. I realised that ONLY person against me is MYSELF!
So i am shutting my thoughts out and am still trying to find my path here. It's so different from my previous PR stint.
But to call me a work slut?
My previous client (i actually would not consider him a client because eventho yeah, i sold him a RM20K custom made kitchen, i didn't actually get any comission from it....damn!)....well, anyway....we've been in touch since (well, that must've been 2 jobs ago) and when he heard i moved again (yes, i just started a new job mid Nov 07 and let's not count the months yet ok?), he called me a work slut!
I have to admit that the kitchen job was like a desperate move.....i was jobless for like 3 months and getting bored out of my mind and the opportunity came and i took it.
Work 6 days a week....really ah? Err ok.
Work weekends...err damn but ok.
To be based in the mall....ok.
Half my previous salary...damn..ok.
Must achieve sales target per month....oh god *shiver*...but ok.
Involves loads of calculations, take own measurements of site.....calculate? oh man...ok.
Service industry so work on public holidays, etc..... *teary eyes*...ok
Learn 3D program for designing purposes.....finally...ok
Wear uniform......shit!!!!!!!!
Ok, so the uniform was a major turn off...it just made the 6-day week and work on holidays seem ok.
Uniforms are so overrated....it confines our creativity. Well, unless of course you are working in a restaurant or something where you need to be identified. Ok, so the main reason is that i do not wear shirts, man. The shirt material was bad and so unflattering. *bimbo mode*
So i managed to find an excuse and not wear the uniform for the 6 months i spent working there.
The moment i got an offer to do PR, i grabbed it! Quit within 24 hours and started the next day.
Well, let's fast forward and here i am in this current job.
If i'm a work slut, surely i will work for more money?
This decision to join journalism is something i had to think carefully about. I had so many doubts in my mind...what if i can't write or i don't do well here? My first few days was like a war in my mind...i was feeling discouraged and low. I realised that ONLY person against me is MYSELF!
So i am shutting my thoughts out and am still trying to find my path here. It's so different from my previous PR stint.
Am still adjusting here...but it is something i've been meaning to try so here i am.
*fingers crossed*
My first!
Finally!
I've been wanting to set up a 'decent' blog and being the procrastinator that i am....i am so glad i am finally..FINALLY.. here.
Figured i should let my first posting be a simple, short and sweet one! :)
I've been wanting to set up a 'decent' blog and being the procrastinator that i am....i am so glad i am finally..FINALLY.. here.
Figured i should let my first posting be a simple, short and sweet one! :)
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