Females are the culprits of hoarding public toilet cubicles. Why would anyone want to spend such a long time in a small room of public toilets is beyond my comprehension. Unless they suffer from a severe case of diarrhoea, constipation or food poisoning, there’s absolutely no reason to spend more than 5 minutes to do their necessary business. It’s always the case with female toilets everywhere when you have to queue up for a long time just to empty your bladder. I’m usually faster than Silver Bullet or any of my other male friends if the need arises. I’m not even talking about those who do their make-up after they get out of the cubicles. It’s those who are IN the cubicles! That’s why I don’t understand what else do the rest of these females do and inevitably holding up everyone. You go in, do your business and out to wash your hands. What else are they doing? Why the hell do they need to take so long? It’s a public toilet, mind you. Any thoughts?
January 22, 2009
Fare thee well
For the past 6 months, I looned. I maintained my patience. I thought it was just you throwing a tantrum on me or just that I was too daft to understand. People told me you are one of the worst ever, but I shrugged it off coz you are the only one available to me. Every time I hit on you, you made me wait. You made me wait like no other. I twiddled my thumbs waiting for you till they are almost sore. You had me round your little buttons and I was just too petulant to speak up, thinking you would realize it is not my fault. I looned some more. When I complained, you were just slightly better. But you persisted in being so unreliable, you 20 kg fat piece of crap. You give me backaches when I slung you over my shoulder and I looned. You don’t perform at optimum…and I still looned. You even disregard some work that I did and made me do them all over again a few times when I haven’t slept in days. Yet, somehow I looned a little longer, maintaining my patience and building up frustrations. Time and time again, I have such a strong desire to smash you up like a pulp and drop you from the highest height so you explode and break into pieces. I refrained, as you are the only one I had. I looned plenty more times than you dare imagine. And now, I can loon no more. Productive days can be spent in the office without me having to wait more than 5 minutes each time I click on something. It took you 20 minutes to boot up, another 5 to read the file I’m clicking on, another 10 to open up the file, another 5 to open other applications and 15 more to shut down. That’s dozens of minutes into wasted hours of my life that I will never get back. That’s it! I cannot take your stoopid tantrums no more. I never liked you anyway. You make me damn tu-lan. My complains to the IT department ain’t so kind this time and they told me you will be replaced. About bloody time. Begone IBM T42 . You are the worst I ever had. You sucked to the grandest grandeur! It’s no wonder why they stopped production of your kind.
Super sucky, useless F#$&%^##@ IBM T42…
…replaced by a potentially eye-sight destroyer, Lenovo X200
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January 21, 2009
Pompous Gen-Yers No More?
Who says having a degree, any form of degree, is everything? Gen-Y, being the most educated generation of all times, apparently are facing difficulties getting a job. Obviously, they tend to think they are more privileged and therefore “deserve” more; not willing to accept a lesser salary for the work that they do. Based on past experiences, fresh uni grads tend to be a bit more pompous and at the same time, selective even calculative of the type of the work that they have to do. They usually are not willing to roll up their sleeves and get their hands dirty. They feel it’s beneath them. Given that mentality, I’d rather hire someone who did not get to uni, yet willing to persevere, learn and appreciate what hard work means. There’s more value to these people as opposed to uni grads who harp on their all-mighty university education. I couldn’t care less.
Time to eat a humble pie, don’t you think. We have to start small and work our way up. Nothing comes easy. Money can buy you plenty of degrees but not the work experience. I know of an MBA Graduate, majoring in English, yet can’t even string a proper sentence of English. Sad. Goes to prove that having a degree is nothing but just a bloody piece of paper.