Sorry Miss Sofia, again

Ps. Happy wedding to my friend/lab partner 'Achik' for her marriage—today! I sent her a wedding wish, and she hadn't replied since. (maybe she's busy with her husband ;-) wink, wink!)

            Okay, back to business, that is, I have no business at all—I mean, work.

            It goes like this, ms Sofia (I found out the real spelling of her name is Sophie, and Sofia is my OTHER coworker), she wanted me to get a replacement for her other permanent worker, who'd been off to Cambodia for a family vacation. So I get her my sister. And she wanted her for one thing—three projects are due Monday, and it was already Wednesday—and she's off for her family vacation too, on Friday. She said one thing—if you didn't finish by Friday, then you'll be working in MY house (read:empty house) and sleep there until you finish them. I give mis Sofia my keys, she said. And you'll be working until that Sunday morning. (Ohhhman!!! My sis had planned her date on that day!)

            I didn't tell my sister about that, I just said that ms Sophie had offered her a job, that's all. So she happily went there on Thursday, unknowingly that ms Sophie had her a huge file of untranslated science fair pamphlets, and she had to finish it by tomorrow. But she happily did it anyway. Then came the meddling kids…

            Ms Sophie has three kids, all girl, and the newborn makes four. But she's no big deal, just a blob of Mohawk-haired kid who gurgles at my Microsoft Dancer LE everytime I start my computer.  The three kids are one problem after another—they seem to crave our attention—by keep running in our room, talking to us about everything, showing her CT Scan X rays, drawing us pictures, throwing wet clothes, reading loudly about scab and hygiene from a magazine, reenacting 'cat vs dog in front of my house', and playing with the toy vacuum cleaner (do you know the vacuum cleaner toy woks like the real thing? It even makes the same unearthly loud noise!)….well, I bet the permanent worker was glad she left for Cambodia and left her workload to my sister. Cuz we all suffer right there. Even my co-worker ms Sofia, the usually nice mum of ten, did 'break out'—a little. Sometimes she just left early, rather leave and continue it later at night after bedtime then doing it with the kids!

            I really had to say that I became really tolerant to kids by now. Do you know they like to climb up my chair? All three of them! And I learned to ignored it by now. I learned to ignore everybody by wearing huge headset and putting it on maximum while singing to Yui and SiLC. And Bowling For Soup. Sometimes I pretend I was listening to something even when I'm not plugging in the headset. Cuz I don't wanna hear all these "Lookie-lookie! I punched a hole in our floating-thingy!"

            Anyway, back to Friday's story. Those kids are actually on a holiday, so they took a day off, all of them, and they've been messing with us since MORNING (they use to do it after 5, when all of them had finished their classes). We were all on the edge. I mean, the workers (the kids are on the edge of my seat though, the kept climbing the edge of my seat and say "look mum! I can climb"). And they keep saying things like "two more hours till holiday, one more hour till holiday, dad's coming home and we're leaving soon….". Kept me stressed up, but I finally finished up two HUGE files due Monday. So does my sister. And we gladly told boss about it. You know, she was overjoyed, ready for holiday. Or so I think. Then I think she had thought that there was two days left before Monday , so she gave both of us two more jobs due Monday! She thinks that she might be doing us some use, since the other mis Sofia hadn't finish her job yet, and she's gonna be the one sleeping in her house tonight (and tomorrow, probably). I would have done my job anyway, cuz I was prepared to sleep there. But those kids….then they came along and say that their dad is home and will be leaving after lunch, and they kept packing…I thought that I'd be left out in an empty house…and I felt that it was inappropriate to stay when I had finished my job. Especially in my boss' house, and if something goes missing…. So I called dad and forced him to pick me up. Oh wait, that was my sister's. My plan is to call dad and he'd be picking me up after work, which is the time that the meddling kid's dad would be finishing this work too(supposedly). But as we found out he was already home, my sis called dad and pestering him to COME IMMEDIATELY to pick us up.i was shocked when he came TEN minutes later (he usually comes ONE HOUR after calling). We left, and when we were downstairs we bumped with boss. She was dumbfounded. "Why are you going home?"

            "I thought you were gonna go out." I said, but clearly she's not going anywhere. She's still in lunch break, and her husband's sleeping on the couch and won't probably be up until late afternoon (like most dad's). but it is too late now, isn't it?

            "Why leave so soon? We are still here," she said.

            "Uh…we don't wanna trouble you with the preparation." I said.

            "Yeah, we gotta go, thanks…" my sister said.

            We just left like a bunch of rats from a sinking ship. It's clear that everyone is dumbfounded, from the boss herself, to the maid. We just left! Like that! And yes, we have two jobs untouched. What can we do? She gave us the job a couple of minutes late after we called dad. Really!

 

            We were feeling guilty, my sis and I. I wanted to call, but I don't know what to say or to ask for forgiveness. I bet she's in her vacation, with her computer, finishing her jobs by Monday beside a pool, with her kids running around her splashing water all over, and the infant on her lap, crying cuz it's past feeding time….oh man! So guilty. I know she deserved the holiday so much. Just that we were so stressed out that we misunderstood everything. I don't know what to do, or how to face her on Monday…

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What date is it?

Dad went on this conference-thingy out of state. I felt chills as mom told me he got a whole chalet to himself. Oh, this is the one I was talking abut these past weeks—the phone calls, the part where dad refused to let mom go—by the way, she didn’t want to because of my sis and bro high school and junior high midterms.

And i'm as always, working oh-so hard to get my paycheck. I worked on Saturdays when my coworkers take a leave 'to take care of family matters'--and I keep having problems with my translation--I got sick a few days ago, and I accidentally translated part of the text for a Motorola manual to Indonesian. Well, my other co-worker (also named Sophie, like my boss), keep having major headaches trying to clean up my mess. And both of my projects--including the current one now--are way due(including my library books. Lucky only four days due!)

And, I'm more demotivated to work now. Why? cuz mom told me not to use any of the pay money--which will amount to 2000++. She wanted me to buy this new car (which I really liked) and guess when--on my third year! I've been promising my friends that I'll get a car by second year, cuz mom is thinking to buy herself a car, and give hers to me. As soon as she knows how much I'll be paid, she said that I'll work until THIRD year to get the maximum money for the MAXIMUM down payment. Oh, come on! I can't wait that long. I have ADD already!
Where can I get that handphone I wanted! I don't want cheap ones--I want one with organisers and document viewer and Internet--cuz I'm the type who wants to get organized--BADLY.
I need that handphone! I already wanted them after my first year in Uni. That time I got my first paycheck, and I had to use it to buy this laptop or I'll die of boredom cuz dad's PC crashed.

Oh, that picture? That's the boss' little kid. The first time I got my job six months ago, she's still a newborn. But Ms Tubby Cheeks here is huge enough to gurgle and laugh at my animated dancers in Windows Media Player. The first time I saw her after six months, I almost didn't recognize her--I thought she was a boy because she had that David Beckham Mohawk thing going on (how does she keep her hair up every day? it seems like it's all gelled up!)

I want my handphone! My plan--to work on selected low-money projects that after two months--I'll have enough money to buy only a handphone. Or get so many projects that I'll save enough money to buy a handphone and a second-rate student budget car NOW.

And if I don't have a car? Ah, big deal. I'll just annoy my dad by going with him everyday. Then
the detective is back on the job!

get urself a new hand phone!

Uhhh....
 
I'm obsessed with two things now:

1. a flip-top hand phone with an organizer
2. a teddy bear craft kit

As always, i went home-straight to bed, and didn't wake up untuil 1 am, and then sleep at 2 am while my bro plays SIMs on his PC.
But, there is something different last night. Dad was REALLY< REALLY pissed off with me.
You know the problem about my hand phone, right?
Yesterday, when it was well close to dusk, I was typing my translation when all of a sudden the phone lights up--I picked it up--then it goes dead. After repeated switching ons, I decided that maybe someone did call me, and the handphone switched off (as it always do). So I went downstairs to look outside, if dad had arrived and called me. I found nothing, except the boss' kids and another co-worker's kids playing together in front of the house. Okay, so nobody' there. So I continued my typing again. until 6.30....one of the boss' kids went in and said: your dad's waiting. So I went downstairs, and there was dad, with that kinda face that reminds you of Saddam (not the best comparison). Anyway, he was so pissed off that the first thing he said was "Throw that dreaded hand phone away!" (an remember, he used to own it until I took it away). He was sooo pissed off that he nags like a mother (even my mom is not like that)...and he didn't even answer ANYTHING i said. Oh, the silent treatment, eh, two can play that game...
 
Anyway, it turns out that he'd been waiting there for half and hour, and (according to my investigation) as he turned to find a parking space, that's when I came downstairs and look for dad. Then what happened? Dad turned back his car and parked right in front of the house. the maid was so puzzled by that she thought that he was a suspicious guy trying to pick on the young kids playing in front of the house. SO she frantically let them in, and went inside. Dad thought she was going to fetch me, and waited another 15 minutes.
Then he found out that the fetching never happened, and the maid was afraid of him, so he called the house and ask for me (why didn't he do that in the first place?)
 
ANyway, I wanted  a new phone now. More than ever. I wish I could just ask for an early paycheck! But i realized that if i wanna buy REAL, non-breaking, fully-functional hand phones, I need to wait until my second paycheck (that means well until semester three, which is when I'm so busy that I cant go anywhere anyway). So...i'll just have to wait.
 
Throw that old hand phone away? No way! There's proof of dad's .... in there. hahahaha...wanna destroy the evidence now, dad?
 
ANd the teddy bear thing? Oh, I watched the final episode of Cardcaptor Sakura, and I was completely inspired by the DIY-bear themed final three episodes. So I searched it on the internet and found that DIY teddy bears really exist!
Now i need to buy some fur ...and a lot of time!
 
 

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I miss Black Cat!

Well, I've been on he job for five days now...
and due to the fact that I'm working straight after the exam, by Wednesday I got really, really sick. It's the overdrive thing....and I didn't even know what date it is.
Work, work, work, and then go home and sleep. Not even time to do my diary! I feel guilty with myself not doing anything at all, especially the ones I promised to do:

1. Play guitar
2. Go shopping
3. Learn another language
4. Learn another software (NOT another translator machine's software, at least)
5. Complete my last sem's sewing project, and start a new one
6. Go and have a workout (this is the most guilt-felling broken promise ever, cuz the boss' mom told me that I've gained weight since the last time I worked with her)

Why can I what I promised to? Why did I fell sick? Well, the house is really in a mess, pots and pans everywhere, and lots of cockroaches after 11pm (they read the time, I guess?), and I've been sleeping on the floor since I've started working. And there is no clean water except boiling hot water everytime I'm in the kitchen, so i've been drinking less. (that explains the illness). And my co-workers have been switching on the fan to full speed like it's the winter time...(and my boss wants to set up an air con unit so we feel comfortable. Bah!) I need more tissue packs...
 
Oh man, I need to get my life back. Last night I dreamt of watching Black Cat, my currently-favorite anime show. I used to watch TV, but since this is the umpteenth time dad forgot to pay the TV bill again, no Black Cat for me. And only two more episodes till the finale! Ahhh man!
 
This is how job feels like. My only motivation is the fact that i'll get my pay, so I can save for a hand phone (that's my boss' suggestion since she can't reach me on this old junk).
 

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May 5, 2007

            I'm waiting for my (currently) favorite show, Otogi Zoshi while writing my diary. And tomorrow I'll be starting my work…groggy and sleepy, and two days earlier than planned. Ms Sofia tired to call me to reason me for this, but she can't seem to call me with that dreaded handphone. Maybe it's a sign for me to buy a new one. Hum…oh man! I'll miss Avatar, The legend Of Aang! (by the way, did you know that dad was upset because I didn't inform him whenever Avatar was on air? Seems like he's a fan too. But I'm not gonna sit watching Cartoon TV with my OWN DAD! Euuu…it was uncomfortable the first time, and will always be).

            Mom, she seems like always 'missing'. He and dad would disappear around Maghrib Prayers and comes home just before bedtime. And when I asked, she'd be making a lot of excuses (it seems like I'm the mother here). Just now I thought she'd be in her bedroom upstairs, and I closed all the lights on the ground floor of the house. By the time I'm in my own bedroom I realized that mom is still downstairs in the kitchen toilet! She only uses them for one thing—that cleansing ritual by Mr. Psychic Head. Uh…

            I don't understand why mom had to do these TWO days in a row, TWO hours each (something like that). How come dad didn't have to? He always follows her to the psychic, and he'd say that dad's 'clean'. Oh, I beg to differ. And mom didn't let my big bro go to that Community-Service thing he'd planned to go this semester break. Why is that? Because she's afraid that bro'll meet the rest of her relatives on the way and get infected 'by that demon thing'…you get the idea. I tried to reason with mom by saying that bro'd better off outside the house—or his companion would be the computer 24/7 (I didn't even bring up about the rendering hobby he has now); and my bro would be sleeping on the floor anyway—at least in Community-Service he has a descent bed. But no, mom is afraid cus the place is near to her hometown. More cleansing rituals coming up!

            Thinking about this stuff always freak me out…I'm a lot more interested in psychic aka paranormal stuff (especially after watching Otogi Zoshi every night). I'm always staying up, so if anything paranormal should happen, I'd be the first to know. But all I get right now is huge mosquito bites in dozens! The vapor repellent doesn't work…and I'm not thinking of aerosol bug sprays…maybe dangerous to health. I'm itchy and spotty all over—and I still sleep on the floor.

            At least this time the floor's without carpeting and In could use the sponge one-inch mattress.

            By the way, Otogi Zoshi? Oh, it's an anime. The fist half of the season is about a band of warriors in Heinan Period of Japan trying to complete a mission for the Emperor. And the second half is about how the 'next lives' of the past warriors in modern Japan collide with each other. And Oh yeah, one of them became a paranormal reporter.  Expect lots of ancient shrines, spirits, sacred trees, statues and wolves. WOoOo… 

 

 

7 May 2007--Kimchi Noodles at Midnight

            First rule of eating other people's share of McDonald's: DO NOT WAKE THEM UP WHEN THEY ARE ASLEEP, and tell them there's McD downstairs where one could find  only doggie bags of cold fries and empty drink cups.

            I complained to dad, where's my share, I asked. I'm hungry, I haven't eaten dinner. Dad said: Next time you don't sleep while people are coming home with food.

 

            Oh, what shall I do? I was tired.

            Didn't I tell you I started working non-stop since Saturday? ONE day after my final paper!

            Oh, BTW, do you know how late I came home from work today?

            7.30 pm! It's already night! And I missed my Asar prayers well beyond that (I think God just gave his karma: For missing Asar, I got my food taken away from me)

            I waited and waited for dad, and all my co-workers left one by one "Goodbye, Cya tomorrow," they said.

            While I was upset waiting for dad, I accidentally kicked the office CPU. Oh, guess what? One hour of my unsaved work down the drain—the computer restarted.

            I tried to salvage whatever's left, but while I was doing that, dad FINALLY came to pick me up. And now I have leftover work for tomorrow. Ho, Ho, Ho.

            Whatever mp3s I've been downloading since morning, I didn't even have the energy to savor it—I was tired.  I nodded off halfway through Bowling For Soup.

            I think dad intentionally pick me up late. Mom has been making these big plans of letting us all meet his psychic. Of course I don't want to, especially since I was tired and I hadn't done my laundry so I ran out of clothes. Dad, well I checked his schedules and there's nothing about a meeting until 7.30 like he claimed. But then again, Ms Sofia's husband hadn't came home yet, even after dad came (they're both co-workers). Maybe dad doesn't like the psychic and he wants to skip the appointment. Okay, I did say I hated the psychic, but I didn't want to skip out on a big dinner. But by the time I went home, I was so upset and worn out I wanted to take a bath and sleep.

            Oh, by the way, sleep? I needed that now. Tomorrow's another day, another deadline.

 

            So, this is how work feels like: All the life drained out from you and you don't even get appreciated.

 

            Well, at least I got paid.

           

            I can't wait till payday.

            And this is just the third day.

 

            Okay, time to sleep….I'll upload this later.

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Life moves so fast....

First, it seems like yesterday you Grad from school. Then you go to college. Then University. Then you finish your first year.

Then your friends sent you a wedding invitation card--they wanna get married this semester break.

Yup, live is sooo fast moving. And I kept thinking how much I've progressed since then?


Things that I've done since completing high school

1. Gain the Freshman 15 (gain 7 kilos or so--actually, ten), lose them, and gain them again.
2. Repair my teeth (got the chance after breaking them with pistachio nuts)
3. do a revamp of wardrobe--from Old Skool to Boho Chick
4. Wear CONTACT LENSES (yes, that's very important-note the boldface)
5. Stooped being so shy with guys (still do, but only to keep myself 'out of their league'
6. Get a job (and earn 1000 bucks! Whee!)
7. Made a weblog
8. Take orders to sew curtains for the whole class (seriously)
9. Sell Top-up cards (to family members, usually)
   
10. Thinking of learning to play guitar
11. Crashed my car twice.
12. And had a lab partner who's about to marry, and my two other friends as bridesmaid.

How life changes....

Labour day, night.

I’m supposed to read my engineering notes!

Instead, I took the chance to read dad’s offline email and his hard disk. This is the time, since he’s out shopping for some wardrobe makeover. And my lil bro? Ah, no sweat. He doesn’t really care about the world, as long as he has the TV to himself—and watch MTV’s Pimp My Ride.

I took his vaio hard disk and his thumbdrive and scanned it through. No, nothing suspicious. Hey, I only have half an hour to do that; I was afraid that dad could come home any minute.

Not even his emails: he’s clean.

But there’s something though: His last email was on Friday. That means, he either has no mail on that Monday, or never opened his emails on that day: an indication that he ‘went out’ somewhere. Hmmm…he went home early on that day, for that matter.

This info does not matter that much at this time, but maybe it will be important in the near future.

And then there’s this HUGE 1.99 GB .rar file he can’t open (he does not have winRAR in his PC). A thing that huge, but compressed, could be either from a thumbdrive, or an email. By the way, the title of that file is MSWORD. Or something like that. Maybe I’ll check that out another day.

But if I take that temp job with Miss Sofia again this semester break I won’t have that time.

That’s what I said: it’s now or never.

Well, they have just came home, and they bring the most unique lot of offerings: a leather handbag, a pair of jeans, some designer clothes, oh wait, LOTS of designer garments. And leather shoes for dad. Now, seems normal? No. Weird! For the rest of my life, I couldn’t even reason with my mom for a generic jean fewer than 39.90 without nagging. And I could barely pass the 19.90 bucks jeans with mom. And no she’s buying one-two three—jeans, slacks, worth 89.90 each. Oh wait: the jeans are 100 bucks. Crazy! I didn’t even dare to ask about the leather bag and leather shoes. The leather bag is wrapped in a special bag, and it looks really shiny. I asked them how much it cost. They said that this was the grand sale, where everything is 50% to 70% off. Oh, great, and it still costs 40-50 bucks a piece. I asked them the grand total. 500 or more—and they even packed in a special dinner for me and bro! My sis got angry with me for questioning this. She said that she needed the jeans, the slacks ‘very urgently’ cuz she ‘doesn’t have any’. Yeah, anything branded like these.

I really appreciate the slacks for me—thanks, guys—but this seems a bit wrong. Dad usually hates shopping and he is as stingy as Mr Krabs when it comes to buying garments. And he also hates psychics. Now he turns 360 and he does all this! I see dad somewhat lovingly polish his new shoes. Hm…and why can’t they wait for another two days; after my final exam? That’s if they really wanna buy ‘clothes for everyone’ as they claim, so that I could tag along?

BTW, mom kept saying that she has the urge to ‘buy stuff’. Like she claimed that her shoes are ‘worn out’ (but today she bought bags because ‘my bag worn out’).That Saturday when we went shopping together, she looks at stuff, but she doesn’t buy much. Maybe they wanted to shop without me, since I’m a party pooper.

Nah….

Oh wait, I asked them to buy me toiletries. Where are they? My cleanser? My toothpaste? What? Not enough time to buy them?