Uh-huh. My mind is sent reeling by this sudden turn of events.
Work is going good so far. It was a chore for me initially but I'm beginning to like it more and more. I think I'm getting the hang of it.

Random stuff: Was looking through NUS and NTU's admission webpage for undergraduates. And ahhh. I've found what I would like to pursue for a career besides a Degree in Business. There's this Degree in Communication Studies in NTU. Sounds good to me. Another alternative would be FASS in NUS which is like harder for me to get into.

I have an unholy confession to make - I cab to work EVERY single day.
That's like around $250 gone down the drain every month.
No matter. My fat paycheck makes up for it.
I just think of it as an indulgence. Other girls are willing to spend that amount of money or its equivalent on branded shoes, bags, the like.
Me? On the comfort of taxis.

And yeah my workplace is like a drama waiting to happen.
Office gossip(I'm guilty of that haha), public enemies, unreasonable customers.
In fact, I got scolded twice over the phone yesterday. One by a crazy old uncle who insisted that someone gave him a wrong quotation for a one-way coach ticket to Genting on a peak saturday which he had been taking for years.
I just am unfortunate enough to receive his complaint call.
It's $38 you tard, not $34.
and it has been that way for ages - cleared that with my seniors.
He must have gotten senile over the time span of 3 weeks.
In my opinion, old people should be benevolent, feeble and soft-spoken.
I have utmost disrespect for the elderly who behave like uncultured spitfires.

The other phone call was a lady who came down to the headquarters the day before.
She was apparently left behind at the customs by our bus driver. So one of my supervisors soothed her, promised to look into it and call her back regarding her refund.
As luck would have it, my supervisor was on leave when she called. I simply stated he was not in and she started calling me a liar, saying I was conveniently making up excuses, how the company is so irresponsible, how she doesn't care about the refund anymore. Like what the hell is wrong with her? She is stringing together her sentences and speaking so fast I couldn't even get a single word in.

Ah yes that's right you flamboyant two-faced bitch with a neon green butterfly blouse accentuating your flabby arms and a god-awful printed scarf dangling around your fat neck. Suuuuuure you don't care about your refund. which is precisely why you were so insistent on contacting us isn't it?

How the hell was it any fault of mine? I was cheerful when greeting her over the phone, polite when answering her questions and asking her to wait while I transferred her call. I empathize with her feelings of irritation and understand the need for good service recovery but this is seriously too much. Hurling verbal abuse while calling me a liar? Bad idea lady.
I was silently applauding the fact that she got left behind and I hope she gets left behind every single time from now on. Mental note to self: I also need to send the bus driver a basket of fruits to show my appreciation.

I have to agree with my company's motto: Good customers get good service.
And like I'll let that get me down you pieces of shit. --End of rant--

Another bombshell dropped on us later that night.
I was pretty happy. Made a couple of sales by myself.
It's my off day tomorrow, what's not to like?
Oh wow, how about my dearest supervisor (a veteran of the company for 9 years) quitting on us? How does that sound?

He didn't even tell the interns and it's a well-kept secret amongst the others too. They were certainly VERY tight-lipped about this since I possess fabulous prying ears and I didn't even catch a word about this. You may think I'm not listening but I actually am lol.

The farewell exchange went something like this:-

Lady Boss in a slightly trembling voice: Thank you for your service these few years. Drop by and visit us when you're free.

*shakes hands with Alan*

Alan: Thank you for your good food all these years.
(PS: Lady Boss cooks for us and provides for all our meals)

Me: *stares*
*looks from Alan to Lady Boss*
*stares some more*

The whole time I was wondering is this some kind of a sick joke?
And it was made sadder by the fact that Alan, being awkward, left immediately without a proper farewell. Damn and I even asked him who would be off earlier on. Not knowing he's going to be off forever.
argh that was incredibly stupid of me. -.-

Then the realisation that my attendance in the student log book was signed by Alan dawned on me. Fuck does that mean I have to redo everything again? Is his signature even valid? argh he's the best mentor here and I am truly sad to see him go.

I guess there's nothing else left to do but to congratulate him on his future endeavours, try to find out the reason why he left from my trusted source of gossip and wish him the best of luck.

Thanks Alan, for the one month of precious memories and tutelage.
I think I am going to go in a corner and cry now.