Thursday, February 22, 2007
So Glad today is over...
Yet another gruelling day at work.
Had lunch with the boss in the board room as we worked through the assignment for nearly two hours. I was grinded to a bad shape. All my 2 whole weeks of hard work pretty much went down the drain. I felt stupid and a failure. I should know better and pick up the darn phone more often. Then I should have taken more control over the temp hired to assist me. I don't know. Push should have come to shove but it didn't happened for me and I got it big time-ish...
Ok, quit work thoughts and lesson learnt. Tommorrow will be a better day, I hope.
Corporate deals and people drive me to a twist.
Every morning as I walk up the foreboding Tower of Power, I figure there are better ways to make money. Instead of doing time in a salaried job, if I have my way, I'll be out scouring for bargain deals out in the market instead of trying my darnest to move people who make what I earn in a year within a month. The other day, I just sent DL out to the outer suburbs to learn the property secrets or rather methods of successful property investors on where and how to look out for bargain deals. I figured since he is currently a man of leisure in the day, he could go on the road and pick up a new tip or two to educate the both of us while I get stuck in my day job and miss out on money making opportunities and get caught in this vicious cycle of being a white collar worker still on the left side of the cash flow quadrant.
Even the fruitman downstairs seem to be having a better time. That jolly old man sells me my regular fibre intake of cut up fruits for AUD$4 per small tub and AUD$5.50 for a platter of strawberries, mangoes and kiwis. I reckon he makes more money than I do in a year and could quite under-declare his tax while poor me has a third and a bit more of her monthly salary deducted to bloody feed the bludgers on the welfare system.
I had my usual stroll into the shopping malls after work just now. I cut across the marching crowd of protesters with an axe to grind about Dick Cheney's visit. I don't quite understand these left wingers really since I am a true and true capitalist. Anyhow, I figured we need people like them around to liven things up a little and bring another perspective to the world. Not only that, the intellectual world simply needs a dichotomy for ideas to be toyed, bantered and take shape and this is precisely the type of energy that shakes up the world. It kind of remind me of my expectations of San Francisco and the once a month Friday movement that takes place where the entire city takes on a new beat. Cyclists are everywhere and cars do not adhere to traffic rules...
Mindlessly, I walked into a mall. There I bumped into Dope and his friend, both having KFC. I sat down with the boys and chattered with them. Dope commented that I looked tired. Yes, I am. I told him- had a shitty day at work...
As usual, I wandered around aimlessly looking for food. Given that it was late night shopping and my usual joints were crowded and the cheap (actually not so cheap as compared to Chinatown where I was too lazy to walk to) and cheerful food court variety was no good, I decided to settle for an almost equally unappetising and a few times more expensive joint- Wagamama.
I sat there observing the fast turnover of food and people and again, figured that DL and I should go into the food business. DL is a great chef and I am a great hostess. I recalled my days as a waitress and know that anytime I would trade my day job to run that big restaurant that I was invited to become partner (youthful me in my last semester as a poor university student) that was unfortunately burnt down. Being in the kitchen helping DL at the winery preparing and cooking simple dishes always has a very therapeutic effect for me. I missed those days where I ran the show for the boss and set personal goals to challenge me to wheedle tips out of the scabiest regular customers and sold so much alcohol to keep the revenues up. I always emerged a winner.
Then again, I make one of the hardest customers to please. I hate inefficiency and bad service. Switched-off waiting staff really pique me big time and everytime it happens, I would say to DL," Staff like that ought to be sacked. We should never allow our staff to behave that way" Even Dope watches my mood rather carefully on those rare occasions when we dined. When it comes to satisfying the requirements of my dining partners, I have that tendency to take it upon myself that they be served well. The experience for my counterpart needs to be spot on. I think it's that pleaser with my tons of servitude that demands me become the "bitch potential customer".
"They're still people, you know..." Dope once said quietly.
"Well, they should be thankful they have a job and take pride. I was once a waitress too and I was dedicate to doing a great job when I was on the floor."
Last weekend, Tina and I reminisced about our good old waitressing days where our respective partners worked in the kitchen. We were the best duo in the restaurant. The boss loved our efficiency, service and dilligence. But I always beat the rest with my eloquence.
These days, Tina and her partner own their own restaurant. She complained about the staff. My advise on staff training has also helped to toughen her up. She used to be overly nice as a boss and I reminded her of how our ex-colleagues were with our weak boss. He was simply lucky to have the two of us having the perfectionist dedication to run the place like our own.
"P, I wish my waitresses could be like us in our old days... " She meant their lack of initiative and motivation.
Tina is heavily pregnant with the third child on her way and so she stays at home a lot. Having a partner who is fond of spending up money big time and a young family to feed and occasionally worrying about the partner straying since they are my age, there are days where Tina seemed slightly wearied. She looks to me for inspiration- the young, smart and attractive professional whose only fallacy is her polygamous heart. Nonetheless, the lucky girl with that loving boyfriend ("Oh P, I can tell you this much. I would trust DL more than I would trust my man..." she would reiterate this each time we catch up) with not as many issues to worry about. She always wishes for my eloquence, sometimes even my romantic adventures.
On the other hand, I wished for that freedom of time Tina and her partner have in making their livelihood. I told her her problems are simple and how I could solve it and simplify matters for her.
"Stop having anymore kids because then, you'll really be stuck at home and feel even poorer. Go to the restaurant more often and take care of the frontline. Do not scringe on your money. Spend some on yourself to dress up. Read more wealth management books so you'll always have facts to substantitate your disapproval of your husband's spending habits (instead of him dismissing it as your nagginess) and for him to take you more seriously beyond the domestic realm.You'll feel more confident as a person, you are constantly with the husband and you'll have more interaction with him on the business affairs and you can rein over money matters. Too young to stay at home and be a housewife. The more you put yourself in the social loop, the more you know what's happening out there, the better you feel about yourself and the husband for you...After all, Tim is a man who likes to have a classy wife and appear to be all things great- young wife, young family, successful self-made businessman and truly an artist. You know it and you need to play up to his psychology."
"Yeah, you're right." Tina always buys my ideas and often, she thinks it works.
That is why Tim always likes to talk shop with me. The other day, he mentioned that he has asked DL to go into partnership with some others to buy a big name fast food joint. He probably knows any DL-related deals has to go through me first. Or rather, DL and I would sit down and go through the ideas and possibly tear apart the numbers comes the time. I figured I'll never get the same treatment going into another romantic partnership with someone else. Guess I value my freedom in a greater sense more than anything else and would not trade it for the world.
Some days I wish I could help myself in ever so simplified a manner like the way I help others. I always seemed to instill positiveness in people around me but I wonder have I given it all away that I have left nothing for me?
Heh, it's P being funny here. ;p
Sigh... I wonder when the day will come...
I know, it's yet another crap post! Am in a whingey and mentally unproductive mood so nothing quite make sense here, just a doodling of my present train of thoughts for that moment...
Yet another gruelling day at work.
Had lunch with the boss in the board room as we worked through the assignment for nearly two hours. I was grinded to a bad shape. All my 2 whole weeks of hard work pretty much went down the drain. I felt stupid and a failure. I should know better and pick up the darn phone more often. Then I should have taken more control over the temp hired to assist me. I don't know. Push should have come to shove but it didn't happened for me and I got it big time-ish...
Ok, quit work thoughts and lesson learnt. Tommorrow will be a better day, I hope.
Corporate deals and people drive me to a twist.
Every morning as I walk up the foreboding Tower of Power, I figure there are better ways to make money. Instead of doing time in a salaried job, if I have my way, I'll be out scouring for bargain deals out in the market instead of trying my darnest to move people who make what I earn in a year within a month. The other day, I just sent DL out to the outer suburbs to learn the property secrets or rather methods of successful property investors on where and how to look out for bargain deals. I figured since he is currently a man of leisure in the day, he could go on the road and pick up a new tip or two to educate the both of us while I get stuck in my day job and miss out on money making opportunities and get caught in this vicious cycle of being a white collar worker still on the left side of the cash flow quadrant.
Even the fruitman downstairs seem to be having a better time. That jolly old man sells me my regular fibre intake of cut up fruits for AUD$4 per small tub and AUD$5.50 for a platter of strawberries, mangoes and kiwis. I reckon he makes more money than I do in a year and could quite under-declare his tax while poor me has a third and a bit more of her monthly salary deducted to bloody feed the bludgers on the welfare system.
I had my usual stroll into the shopping malls after work just now. I cut across the marching crowd of protesters with an axe to grind about Dick Cheney's visit. I don't quite understand these left wingers really since I am a true and true capitalist. Anyhow, I figured we need people like them around to liven things up a little and bring another perspective to the world. Not only that, the intellectual world simply needs a dichotomy for ideas to be toyed, bantered and take shape and this is precisely the type of energy that shakes up the world. It kind of remind me of my expectations of San Francisco and the once a month Friday movement that takes place where the entire city takes on a new beat. Cyclists are everywhere and cars do not adhere to traffic rules...
Mindlessly, I walked into a mall. There I bumped into Dope and his friend, both having KFC. I sat down with the boys and chattered with them. Dope commented that I looked tired. Yes, I am. I told him- had a shitty day at work...
As usual, I wandered around aimlessly looking for food. Given that it was late night shopping and my usual joints were crowded and the cheap (actually not so cheap as compared to Chinatown where I was too lazy to walk to) and cheerful food court variety was no good, I decided to settle for an almost equally unappetising and a few times more expensive joint- Wagamama.
I sat there observing the fast turnover of food and people and again, figured that DL and I should go into the food business. DL is a great chef and I am a great hostess. I recalled my days as a waitress and know that anytime I would trade my day job to run that big restaurant that I was invited to become partner (youthful me in my last semester as a poor university student) that was unfortunately burnt down. Being in the kitchen helping DL at the winery preparing and cooking simple dishes always has a very therapeutic effect for me. I missed those days where I ran the show for the boss and set personal goals to challenge me to wheedle tips out of the scabiest regular customers and sold so much alcohol to keep the revenues up. I always emerged a winner.
Then again, I make one of the hardest customers to please. I hate inefficiency and bad service. Switched-off waiting staff really pique me big time and everytime it happens, I would say to DL," Staff like that ought to be sacked. We should never allow our staff to behave that way" Even Dope watches my mood rather carefully on those rare occasions when we dined. When it comes to satisfying the requirements of my dining partners, I have that tendency to take it upon myself that they be served well. The experience for my counterpart needs to be spot on. I think it's that pleaser with my tons of servitude that demands me become the "bitch potential customer".
"They're still people, you know..." Dope once said quietly.
"Well, they should be thankful they have a job and take pride. I was once a waitress too and I was dedicate to doing a great job when I was on the floor."
Last weekend, Tina and I reminisced about our good old waitressing days where our respective partners worked in the kitchen. We were the best duo in the restaurant. The boss loved our efficiency, service and dilligence. But I always beat the rest with my eloquence.
These days, Tina and her partner own their own restaurant. She complained about the staff. My advise on staff training has also helped to toughen her up. She used to be overly nice as a boss and I reminded her of how our ex-colleagues were with our weak boss. He was simply lucky to have the two of us having the perfectionist dedication to run the place like our own.
"P, I wish my waitresses could be like us in our old days... " She meant their lack of initiative and motivation.
Tina is heavily pregnant with the third child on her way and so she stays at home a lot. Having a partner who is fond of spending up money big time and a young family to feed and occasionally worrying about the partner straying since they are my age, there are days where Tina seemed slightly wearied. She looks to me for inspiration- the young, smart and attractive professional whose only fallacy is her polygamous heart. Nonetheless, the lucky girl with that loving boyfriend ("Oh P, I can tell you this much. I would trust DL more than I would trust my man..." she would reiterate this each time we catch up) with not as many issues to worry about. She always wishes for my eloquence, sometimes even my romantic adventures.
On the other hand, I wished for that freedom of time Tina and her partner have in making their livelihood. I told her her problems are simple and how I could solve it and simplify matters for her.
"Stop having anymore kids because then, you'll really be stuck at home and feel even poorer. Go to the restaurant more often and take care of the frontline. Do not scringe on your money. Spend some on yourself to dress up. Read more wealth management books so you'll always have facts to substantitate your disapproval of your husband's spending habits (instead of him dismissing it as your nagginess) and for him to take you more seriously beyond the domestic realm.You'll feel more confident as a person, you are constantly with the husband and you'll have more interaction with him on the business affairs and you can rein over money matters. Too young to stay at home and be a housewife. The more you put yourself in the social loop, the more you know what's happening out there, the better you feel about yourself and the husband for you...After all, Tim is a man who likes to have a classy wife and appear to be all things great- young wife, young family, successful self-made businessman and truly an artist. You know it and you need to play up to his psychology."
"Yeah, you're right." Tina always buys my ideas and often, she thinks it works.
That is why Tim always likes to talk shop with me. The other day, he mentioned that he has asked DL to go into partnership with some others to buy a big name fast food joint. He probably knows any DL-related deals has to go through me first. Or rather, DL and I would sit down and go through the ideas and possibly tear apart the numbers comes the time. I figured I'll never get the same treatment going into another romantic partnership with someone else. Guess I value my freedom in a greater sense more than anything else and would not trade it for the world.
Some days I wish I could help myself in ever so simplified a manner like the way I help others. I always seemed to instill positiveness in people around me but I wonder have I given it all away that I have left nothing for me?
Heh, it's P being funny here. ;p
Sigh... I wonder when the day will come...
I know, it's yet another crap post! Am in a whingey and mentally unproductive mood so nothing quite make sense here, just a doodling of my present train of thoughts for that moment...
