| | Honestly, Blogger is fucking useless. It keeps having outages and whenever I feel like blogging, it 'goes out'.
Anyway, I'm in the midst of switching jobs.
From a call centre girl with a more glamourous title of 'Quality Service Coordinator' a.k.a QSC, in a MNC Distribution company, I've gotten myself a job post as a Grade IV Technical Officer in the Government's Statutory Board.
But damn! When I gave my Manager (who had tendered his resignation letter just last week when I'd happedn to be sick), he told me he would be handing over his job to the Temporary Manager until the company found a new person to replace him.
With that, he was unable to hand my declaration of love for this company to the Human Resource Department, and instead, would be handing my personal love letter to this LOVELY company to the TEMPORARY Manager.
The T.M not only refused to hand my love letter back to its owner, he even had a ONE on ONE session with me so that I could 'think things through, and talk things over.' WTF.
He literally was trying to sell the company to me.
WTF.
But sorry sir, I CAN'T AFFORD THE COMPANY.
Pfft.
Anyway, the only reason for me to leave this lovely company, is all due to V-Biotene, the executive with the dog breathe and bad body odour. Fat, ugly, and fucking irritating.
I dislike him and he's the main cause of the high turnover rate in the department in these past months.
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| | Posted 6/15/2009 9:17 PM - 5 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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