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    Tuesday, March 08, 2005

    ..:[ dilemma ]:..


    boss : naper lewat sokmo nie datang kerja?
    boss : orang kl complain ke *boss*
    boss : aty kata *boss* tak berani nak marah ke anak buah wat tak tahu jer..
    boss : aty duk complaint direct ker *boss*
    boss : complain depan orang lain
    i : susoh nok dpt prebet
    boss : alasan yang sama ajer..
    boss : bangun kol berapa..
    i : 8 lebih
    boss 's status is now "Mario - Let Me Love You (Album Version)". (3/7/2005 9:26 AM)
    boss : tido kul berapa, bukan nak cara hal madah lepas kerja, ikot pandai nak kuana langit ke hutan ker janji jangan effect ke kerja
    i : sye dok pernoh kluor mlm leni
    i : tido kul 12
    boss : bukan soal keluar malam ke dok kalau nak keluar pun bukan hal *boss*
    boss : *boss* dok sedap dan aty complain
    boss : tido awal sikit bangun kul7
    i : ok
    boss : pasal apa kecoh kat kl nun *boss* wat dek jer mari kerja kol berapa dok berani tegor aty beritahu staff kat kl
    boss : saper beritahu dia *boss* tak tahu
    i : ye la
    i : sye pon dok tahu gok

    *boss* = name dia dicensored kan


    what a damn nice conversation to have at the beginning of the day..

    to be frank, aku da tak semangat nak datang keje. aku datang ke tak datang ke same je. kalo datang, keje aku ngadap PC, ngadap net. kalo tak dtg pon, bukan ade mende menarik atau fungsi ape² sepanjang aku kat opis ni. aku rase aku xde tugas or tanggungjawab ape² kat sini. pastu nak complain prestasi aku sux, pemalas, padahal, i dont even get any chance to perform my ability. what point??

    yeah.. may be his point is, keje tetap keje. punctuality tetap kena ada. at least aku kena timbulkan diri kat opis ni sharp at 9 am then blah at 6 am.

    xtau dah nak pikir ape. ok la. pasni cuba jugak la sampai awal. damn, nak sharp sampai opis ni, means aku kena bangun pagi at least at 7.30 am, tunggu prebet at 8 atau 8 lebih. baru le leh sharp smp kul 9. padahal opis aku tu kalo nak kira, xsampai 10 minit ngan kete. tp sbb prebet tu keje dia bukan nak nganto aku sorang aje, dia pusing town tu dulu, gi pasar, gi pejabat umno, gi pejabat TNB, and etc. aku dia anto last skali, sbb dah lalu town baru lalu kat tempat aku keje.

    jgn nak tanye, naper tak benti keje je, cari keje lain kat aku.. i tried my best, tp still tak dpt gak lg. lgpon, nak keje bidang IT kat ganu ni mmg ampeh ar, struggle gile nak cari. kalo cari keje clerk mcm post aku skarang, gaji xkan lebih dr RM400, kalo nasib baik skit dpt la RM500. caner nak survive? caner nak improve kualiti idup aku? sampai tua nak ngan prebet, duk umah sewa, bulan² kasi duit kat kg tak sampai RM50????

    damn. i'm gonna get migraine again.

    enuf said..


    haVin'  thiS  FOoLish ThOt  at  9:26 AM

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