The "Save Rahman" Campaign
Sick since yesterday. Really really sick. Feel feeble and weak. Couldnt sleep well as my mucus constantly slither out of my nose like water out of a tap. I really hate being sick.
So I missed an interview today. In retrospect, being sick was afterall a blessing in disguise, since the interview was set at 9am. I knew I couldn't wake up. Even if I did, Im sure I would be there all groggy as I sit myself vis-a-vis the interviewer.
A final 4hr interview with a Bank come Saturday. Bonded for a year ( at $10,000) if i decide to place my 'John Hancock' on the dotted line. But I'm somewhat swayed to take on that job. Oh well, we'll see.
My life which hitherto been revolved around nothing but bumming my ass at home, is now filled with interviews after interviews. So that's good.
My mom has been constantly nagging on when I can get a job. I think she's worried if I end up being a slacker, unemployed, a destitute,a void-deck mat or a druggie. I think my mom is a tad too paranoid and not to mention over-zealous. So worried is she, that she has been actively looking out for jobs for me and romping my relatives at it, as well.
So my aunt called me. and the conversation goes like this.
Aunty: "Eh u want a job is it?"
me: "Why? You got lobang (job opportunity) arh?"
Aunt (in a very excited manner; so excited her voice became shrieky): "so and so son-in-law's brother is a Manager at Mustafa Centre. You call him larh! I give u his number, maybe can get job there! "
me (dead-panly):"Mustafa Centre? *dies* ..eerrr.Its ok larh"
Aunt (sounds offended): "U young people arh, all so choosy......(i forgot what she said at this point on, for I have a tendency to shut off when one goes on a nagging tirade)...Nevermind, just call him ok?"
me (patronisingly): "oh ok. if i get the job I give u discount when u shop there ok?"
Aunt (obviously not sensing that i was being sarcastic): "Haiyah, I hardly shop at Mustafa larh. But since you give a discount, I go there more often larh".
FYI, till today I have yet to call that person. And no, I have no intention to do so.
I think my mom and my relatives are on a mission, with a slogan that goes SAVE RAHMAN! GET HIM A JOB. *sighz*
So I missed an interview today. In retrospect, being sick was afterall a blessing in disguise, since the interview was set at 9am. I knew I couldn't wake up. Even if I did, Im sure I would be there all groggy as I sit myself vis-a-vis the interviewer.
A final 4hr interview with a Bank come Saturday. Bonded for a year ( at $10,000) if i decide to place my 'John Hancock' on the dotted line. But I'm somewhat swayed to take on that job. Oh well, we'll see.
My life which hitherto been revolved around nothing but bumming my ass at home, is now filled with interviews after interviews. So that's good.
My mom has been constantly nagging on when I can get a job. I think she's worried if I end up being a slacker, unemployed, a destitute,a void-deck mat or a druggie. I think my mom is a tad too paranoid and not to mention over-zealous. So worried is she, that she has been actively looking out for jobs for me and romping my relatives at it, as well.
So my aunt called me. and the conversation goes like this.
Aunty: "Eh u want a job is it?"
me: "Why? You got lobang (job opportunity) arh?"
Aunt (in a very excited manner; so excited her voice became shrieky): "so and so son-in-law's brother is a Manager at Mustafa Centre. You call him larh! I give u his number, maybe can get job there! "
me (dead-panly):"Mustafa Centre? *dies* ..eerrr.Its ok larh"
Aunt (sounds offended): "U young people arh, all so choosy......(i forgot what she said at this point on, for I have a tendency to shut off when one goes on a nagging tirade)...Nevermind, just call him ok?"
me (patronisingly): "oh ok. if i get the job I give u discount when u shop there ok?"
Aunt (obviously not sensing that i was being sarcastic): "Haiyah, I hardly shop at Mustafa larh. But since you give a discount, I go there more often larh".
FYI, till today I have yet to call that person. And no, I have no intention to do so.
I think my mom and my relatives are on a mission, with a slogan that goes SAVE RAHMAN! GET HIM A JOB. *sighz*
posted by bleuchiz at 7:39 pm
1 Comments:
Well, I told u I will patronise if u really work @ Mustafa (thou I had never been there b4). Just for u my dear fren!!
12:50 am
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