It's hell. Why on earth must she types like her father just got killed by the keyboard or something? Is there something so urgent that she must smash the keyboard, that she must flip the papers so hard that I'm sitting few meters away got so irritated? Who do you think you are? I don't want to know you're busy typing, typing messages in msn? who wants to know you bitch, just shut yourself up. Does your father or mother teach you manners? You talk like a bitch like a market bitch bitching for 20cents discount with suppliers and you still type so hard on the keyboard to tell me you're busy? Yeah so busy, so sorry for you. Just go flush yourself down the toilet and stop irritating me. DAMN! If I would measure the intensity of noise here, I would assure you it exceeded the allowable irritative decibels. DAMN! I need earplugs.
It has been some time since I last updated this blog. Heaps of stuff happened and I just had the time to pull a break and evaluate the events that happened to me in the past 1 month. I've changed my job, moving into sales line is not an easy decision to make. I was doubtful with myself until I really come on board. Perhaps it may be too soon to tell where I stand in this job, but I was really thankful that my current boss gave me an insight of myself. We had sessions to understand what are our temperament. This is something that govern what kind of job that fits us. Apparently I am an "Artisan" after few rounds of personality tests. An artisan loves freedom, leads by taking action, seeks to have impact and variation, needs appreciation, a risk taker, problem solver and an opportunist. When I read the full description bout what I am, I immediately understand why I felt in constraint and bored working in the manufacturing line. I am just not that type of person that falls i...
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