Chose Life!

Funny thing about travelling for so long is that you feel odd when u come home. I guess that’s what I feel now. It’s odd looking at the traffic here. It’s odd going to office with all the new faces. It’s odd that my eyes get blood shot red and my nose bleeds for three days in a row.

Funny how you get so homesick outside home and is eager to come home but the moment you reach homeland you feel like a part of you is missing? I feel like a part of me is left in Hartford; in 709, Village Lane.

Funny that after a week at home; when you lavishly eat the food your mom cooks, you talked to your bro about life, you joked with your dad about your trip and you celebrated your best friend’s daughter’s birthday; you still miss those cold nights when you felt so miserably alone and wonder when you can come home.

Funny that after a week at home; you start to put your life back together again; to make some semblance of your past days, you picked up a devotional book and then start searching for yourself again. What is my purpose here now? What next, God? What do you want me to do?

Funny that you are still you; but the experiences you went through made you different. A little wiser but still foolish, more careful but careless all the same, more sensitive but very quick tempered, a little bitter but contented now.

Ha! This is the oddest blog title yet! U ask why? Well, today I found out that all my labour here in CT has amounted to nothing. Zip. Arimasen. Kankei nai. The ungrateful old man of in the shape of Spider King went complaining to higher management about my lack of performance. Hah! Was it because I refused to do his work for him? To take his responsibilities from him and make them mine?

Well, hello! News for you. I’m not employed by you. I do not need to listen to you or your trivial orders. Go order someone else around. I’ve had enough of you. You told me two months ago that I’m supposed to be sweet and obliging and sell myself to the reps. Err, what do you mean that I need to sell myself?!!! I’m no whore! I’m doing you a favour by standing in for your new employee who’s conveniently sent away from me, the traininer; to do training halfway around the world.

News flash! I’m an R&D engineer HELPING out doing applications work. I’M NOT A SALES PERSON. You, you ungrateful ingrate are the Director of Sales and Marketing. Now, who do you think needs to sell himself more? With an attitude problem like yours, I think you need re-schooling, image revamping, and a whole new brain implant. Not to mention a character adjustment.

June 26th, 2006, 4.15pm. Old geezer Spider King asked me to help him look for a file in the back room of the office. It was near closing time. People were not around in the office. Being sweet, obliging and naive me, I went to show him where to find the file and info he needed. Once there, he inched close to me and his breath stinks! It reeks of hunger coz I dont think he had any lunch. And if inching close to me and stinky breath isnt enough, he dared to "accidentally" touch my buttocks! He just said, "Opps! Sorry." And then conviniently steered the conversation to other stuff. I ignored that, coz I thought it was an accident. Now, I’m wondering if it is harrassment.