yes it's a wednesday
Ok, so I'm on leave now. And what a relief! To be away from the sometimes-too-warm and sometimes-too-fucking-cold temperatures at the office. To be away from talking to stupid, rude and fucked-up customers on the line. To be away from the long hours and ridiculous shifts. Yay.
I like my job. I like talking to people. I like helping people and solving their problems. BUT...things are getting too repetitive and too monotonous that I find my work extremely BORING now. Which is why I've decided to get a new job after I've given birth. I know I can do better than to be stuck with a call center job my whole life. I refuse to call it a 'career' because, honestly, it's not something that I'd wanna keep doing year after year after year. Enough of this lame 'career'. It's time for me to move on.
An office-hours job would be ideal because I wanna have enough time and energy to look after my baby once he comes out into this world. The shifts we have now are killing my internal body clock. And it's very bad for the baby, too. The little guy must be thinking, "Why is mummy awake at 6am everyday last week, and 8am this week? Why is mummy already relaxed after 5.30pm last week, but this week she's working until 10pm?" Hey, babies in the womb need to schedule their own sleep/wake/rest/play patterns too. And they get their rhythm from their mothers' movements and how bright or dark it is outside.
At this stage, my baby is able to hear voices already. I like talking to him, and I can feel him responding. Like yesterday when I said 'Mummy loves you...I love you' to him, he gave me a few soft pokes from the inside.
Unbelievable? Believe it.
Although there are some slight complications in the pregnancy, I'm glad that my baby's been growing well. I won't go into details because the more I think about it, the more worried I become. I just hope that I will be able to deliver him safely, and that both of us will be ok. I love looking at his ultrasound scan pictures. He's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen. Don't all mothers say that? No, really, he IS beautiful.
Recently I've been having back pains associated with the pregnancy, and was given MC by my gynae. When I came back to work, my *rolls eyes* supervisor told me, "Try not to take too many MCs ok, because you've taken quite a lot already." No "How are you?" or "Is the baby doing ok?". Damn woman. So instead of being the 'me' that I usually am in the office and say "Oh, ok!", I simply looked at her quizzically and walked away. No point talking to idiots, I thought.
Sure she was talking nicely to me, but I have had enough. I realised that my patience level is also getting lower and lower by the day, and although I've been told by the doctor that this is a common thing in pregnancy, I know that noone else will understand. Especially not that bitch who thinks she knows everything, but doesn't. That's why we call her Stupid Bitch behind her back. Although I do think she deserves something worse, of course.
When my friend and colleague got pregnant(I'll call her Chrissy here, since she hasn't given me permission to use her name) and was given a long bedrest due to complications, SB(Stupid Bitch) was, for some reason, very unhappy about it. Then, on the day that Chrissy was supposed to return to work, she woke up with bad cramps and very heavy bleeding (a very alarming thing for preggy women, of course). She gave SB a call to let her know that she was on her way to the doctor's. And guess what SB told her?
There were no 'Oh my gosh, I hope you'll be ok." or "Take care, and let me know how it goes."
Instead, SB told her, "Chrissy, this will affect your performance at work, you know."
Since Chrissy was in pain and turmoil, all she said was "Yeah I know."
Wtf!! If I were Chrissy, I'd probably say something like "Excuse me?? I'm calling you not to discuss my work performance. I'm calling you to let you know that something's wrong and this concerns my pregnancy. I'm calling to let you know that because of this, I can't come to work today, because it's a matter of life and death for me. I can hardly walk or breathe here, do you hear me? And I never asked for your damned opinion, you stupid bitch!"
Ok, maybe not to that extent, but you get the idea.
And there have been numerous other accounts where SB pissed us all off, but lets not go there because it (huh!) is making me pissed off. One thing's for sure: there are stupid and unreasonable people everywhere. Face it, you can try to avoid them, but not all the time. So we, smart & reasonable people, have to deal with humanity's bad fruits like, every day of our lives. Life is fun, huh.
On another note, my colleague sent this to me in an e-mail recently:
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~JULY BABY~*~*~*~*~*~* (that's me!)
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.
Somehow...yes, somehow...it's so very true!
*~*~*~*~OCTOBER BABY~*~*~* (that's my baby!)
Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely The hottest AND sexiest of them all.
What? Hotter and sexier than mummy? This must have been written by an Octoberian. Hah!
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I know this entry is very messy and doesn't flow smoothly, but sometimes, even the best writers write poorly...a pregnant writer like me is just too lazy to think. Yawn. I did say I'm on vacation, didn't I?
I like my job. I like talking to people. I like helping people and solving their problems. BUT...things are getting too repetitive and too monotonous that I find my work extremely BORING now. Which is why I've decided to get a new job after I've given birth. I know I can do better than to be stuck with a call center job my whole life. I refuse to call it a 'career' because, honestly, it's not something that I'd wanna keep doing year after year after year. Enough of this lame 'career'. It's time for me to move on.
An office-hours job would be ideal because I wanna have enough time and energy to look after my baby once he comes out into this world. The shifts we have now are killing my internal body clock. And it's very bad for the baby, too. The little guy must be thinking, "Why is mummy awake at 6am everyday last week, and 8am this week? Why is mummy already relaxed after 5.30pm last week, but this week she's working until 10pm?" Hey, babies in the womb need to schedule their own sleep/wake/rest/play patterns too. And they get their rhythm from their mothers' movements and how bright or dark it is outside.
At this stage, my baby is able to hear voices already. I like talking to him, and I can feel him responding. Like yesterday when I said 'Mummy loves you...I love you' to him, he gave me a few soft pokes from the inside.
Unbelievable? Believe it.
Although there are some slight complications in the pregnancy, I'm glad that my baby's been growing well. I won't go into details because the more I think about it, the more worried I become. I just hope that I will be able to deliver him safely, and that both of us will be ok. I love looking at his ultrasound scan pictures. He's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen. Don't all mothers say that? No, really, he IS beautiful.
Recently I've been having back pains associated with the pregnancy, and was given MC by my gynae. When I came back to work, my *rolls eyes* supervisor told me, "Try not to take too many MCs ok, because you've taken quite a lot already." No "How are you?" or "Is the baby doing ok?". Damn woman. So instead of being the 'me' that I usually am in the office and say "Oh, ok!", I simply looked at her quizzically and walked away. No point talking to idiots, I thought.
Sure she was talking nicely to me, but I have had enough. I realised that my patience level is also getting lower and lower by the day, and although I've been told by the doctor that this is a common thing in pregnancy, I know that noone else will understand. Especially not that bitch who thinks she knows everything, but doesn't. That's why we call her Stupid Bitch behind her back. Although I do think she deserves something worse, of course.
When my friend and colleague got pregnant(I'll call her Chrissy here, since she hasn't given me permission to use her name) and was given a long bedrest due to complications, SB(Stupid Bitch) was, for some reason, very unhappy about it. Then, on the day that Chrissy was supposed to return to work, she woke up with bad cramps and very heavy bleeding (a very alarming thing for preggy women, of course). She gave SB a call to let her know that she was on her way to the doctor's. And guess what SB told her?
There were no 'Oh my gosh, I hope you'll be ok." or "Take care, and let me know how it goes."
Instead, SB told her, "Chrissy, this will affect your performance at work, you know."
Since Chrissy was in pain and turmoil, all she said was "Yeah I know."
Wtf!! If I were Chrissy, I'd probably say something like "Excuse me?? I'm calling you not to discuss my work performance. I'm calling you to let you know that something's wrong and this concerns my pregnancy. I'm calling to let you know that because of this, I can't come to work today, because it's a matter of life and death for me. I can hardly walk or breathe here, do you hear me? And I never asked for your damned opinion, you stupid bitch!"
Ok, maybe not to that extent, but you get the idea.
And there have been numerous other accounts where SB pissed us all off, but lets not go there because it (huh!) is making me pissed off. One thing's for sure: there are stupid and unreasonable people everywhere. Face it, you can try to avoid them, but not all the time. So we, smart & reasonable people, have to deal with humanity's bad fruits like, every day of our lives. Life is fun, huh.
On another note, my colleague sent this to me in an e-mail recently:
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~JULY BABY~*~*~*~*~*~* (that's me!)
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.
Somehow...yes, somehow...it's so very true!
*~*~*~*~OCTOBER BABY~*~*~* (that's my baby!)
Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely The hottest AND sexiest of them all.
What? Hotter and sexier than mummy? This must have been written by an Octoberian. Hah!
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I know this entry is very messy and doesn't flow smoothly, but sometimes, even the best writers write poorly...a pregnant writer like me is just too lazy to think. Yawn. I did say I'm on vacation, didn't I?
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