I know it's not uncommon for me to disappear for weeks at a time, but this time, it's just too much to recap what I did in the last two weeks while in California. Too much. But four days I can sum up fairly easily:
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
Ta-da!
But yet, since I've come home, I can't seem to keep my mouth shut about what I'm up to now at the sweatshop. I can't keep my mouth shut because I can't help sharing with everyone just how much I HATE it.
Well, I don't HATE it, more like very strongly abhor it.
Okay...I don't abhor it either, but I might loathe it a little.
Working at the factory isn't what's so bad. It's not even that with my lack of Cantonese I'm having trouble communicating with the other workers. It's really just having to learn how impossible it is to work with my aunt. I'm sure that's it's not good karma to talk public smack about my relatives, so I won't (though feel free to ask), but I can share that I've already blown up at the two female relatives that I have to deal with here at work, plus this other guy that just KNOWS how to get under your skin.
"When you asked me to do it, did you really mean that you were actually going to do it yourself?"
"No, you are not helping me, you're hindering me."
"Wait, you mean the key doesn't work in the door like I told you it wouldn't?"
"You ask me if I'm serious about taking over this business, but are you serious about quitting this business?"
Blah!
At least when I gave my public chastising of these people, the supervisor Kat got a kick out of it. I liked that. Of all of them, I like her the best. I only hope she likes me.
Honestly, I don't know if I can put up with this that much longer. As cool and awesome as would be to own my own business so that I can learn to be an entrepreneur, I haven't learned a thing the whole time I've been here. Well, I've learned that my aunt is one of the most disorganized people I know...but that's besides the point.
At least mom and dad have been really supportive about the whole idea. When I was excited about it, to when I began ripping my hair out, they were with me. Mom's even been sending me job postings for cooler positions in California and stuff. So I know that if I do end up cutting and running, at least the 'rents are cool with it.
Who knew I wouldn't really like handling a whip? I guess it's understandable since my aunt's whip was misplaced years ago in her whirlwind of an office and she's since replaced it with braided scraps of leftover cheese. That's not funny...it's not even true...but that's how I feel. Like I'm working with leftover cheese.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Happy Libra Birthday!
NoooOOoooOOoooOOOOooOOOoOOOOOOoooOOooO!!!
My camera was set to 640x480 resolution this weekend--what's the point in taking pictures?! :(
What usually takes me HOURS to upload, took me under a minute this time...that's poo. But at least I can still remember that I had a good time that night. Despite what the colour of my face may have indicated. :D What can I say? I'm asian.
I know it's been forever, but work seems to have this ability to suck the creative life out of me, not to mention any motivation I would have at the end of the day to plop myself here in front of yet another desk (I'd say computer, but I actually no longer have one of my own at the office) for another few hours to vent out what I have little enough of to share at the end of any given day lately.
One of the great things about work now, is that although I'm not going to be there anymore after this week, I've met a coworker that I can actually get along with and hang out with. Yay KM!!! She and a few of her girls came out to JA's on Friday--despite the 3 hours notice that Dawson gave us (but thanks!!!)--and we all hung out and drank ourselves dorky.
"What do you mean that you're not going to be a your work after this week?!"
Well, what it means is that I've moved on. Just two short months at that office and an offer came along that I just couldn't refuse, so I quit. Well, resigned with a month's notice. Too bad too--my health benefits would have kicked in right around this time too...do I ever miss my dentist...
So where am I going? I'm heading from the world of Philanthropy to become a slave driver. ;) At least that's what everyone assumes when I first give them the description of my new workplace.
"I'm going to be running a clothing factory downtown in Chinatown!"
No, it's not a sweatshop. My aunt's owned a clothing factory for as long as I can remember, and is now stepping away from it to focus on one of her other successful businesses. So when asked if I wanted to give it a shot at running my own business, I said "hell yeah!" Wish me luck. I've never done ANYTHING like it, and am probably going to threaten to have a nervous breakdown in the very first week--I've already learned that not all business-people are necessarily NICE people--but I'm still taking the plunge. Afterall, when am I EVER going to have the opportunity to put the title "Entrepreneur" on my resume?
In the time that I've been away from blogging, I just wanted to ensure everyone that I haven't matured a bit. In fact, (although I was unfortunately camera-less that night) one night we poker people got together and after the final showdown was played and won, excited as school children staying up late on a school night (which is exactly what we were doing) we headed out to a quiet parking lot to drop mentos into bottles of diet cola and watch the geysers explode.
Two attempts and a soggy sleeve later, we did have a little geyser of our very own, but it was WAY overrated and actually quite anti-climatical--who knew it was so hard to screw a cap back onto a bottle? 5Alive said it best in his pre-geyser rant:
Finally, before I rush out to meet some long-lost friends, I must share my favourite early, yet last-minute birthday gift with you. On the one hand, I went out and bought mom a handheld Sudoku puzzle because she loves them so much. On the other hand, Brodder went to Medieval Times last night and came home with this story to share:
My camera was set to 640x480 resolution this weekend--what's the point in taking pictures?! :(
What usually takes me HOURS to upload, took me under a minute this time...that's poo. But at least I can still remember that I had a good time that night. Despite what the colour of my face may have indicated. :D What can I say? I'm asian.
I know it's been forever, but work seems to have this ability to suck the creative life out of me, not to mention any motivation I would have at the end of the day to plop myself here in front of yet another desk (I'd say computer, but I actually no longer have one of my own at the office) for another few hours to vent out what I have little enough of to share at the end of any given day lately.
One of the great things about work now, is that although I'm not going to be there anymore after this week, I've met a coworker that I can actually get along with and hang out with. Yay KM!!! She and a few of her girls came out to JA's on Friday--despite the 3 hours notice that Dawson gave us (but thanks!!!)--and we all hung out and drank ourselves dorky.
"What do you mean that you're not going to be a your work after this week?!"
Well, what it means is that I've moved on. Just two short months at that office and an offer came along that I just couldn't refuse, so I quit. Well, resigned with a month's notice. Too bad too--my health benefits would have kicked in right around this time too...do I ever miss my dentist...
So where am I going? I'm heading from the world of Philanthropy to become a slave driver. ;) At least that's what everyone assumes when I first give them the description of my new workplace.
"I'm going to be running a clothing factory downtown in Chinatown!"
No, it's not a sweatshop. My aunt's owned a clothing factory for as long as I can remember, and is now stepping away from it to focus on one of her other successful businesses. So when asked if I wanted to give it a shot at running my own business, I said "hell yeah!" Wish me luck. I've never done ANYTHING like it, and am probably going to threaten to have a nervous breakdown in the very first week--I've already learned that not all business-people are necessarily NICE people--but I'm still taking the plunge. Afterall, when am I EVER going to have the opportunity to put the title "Entrepreneur" on my resume?
In the time that I've been away from blogging, I just wanted to ensure everyone that I haven't matured a bit. In fact, (although I was unfortunately camera-less that night) one night we poker people got together and after the final showdown was played and won, excited as school children staying up late on a school night (which is exactly what we were doing) we headed out to a quiet parking lot to drop mentos into bottles of diet cola and watch the geysers explode.
Two attempts and a soggy sleeve later, we did have a little geyser of our very own, but it was WAY overrated and actually quite anti-climatical--who knew it was so hard to screw a cap back onto a bottle? 5Alive said it best in his pre-geyser rant:
Guys--look at us! Here we are popping Mentos into pop bottles when there are two people DOING IT in that van RIGHT OVER THERE! And if we were REALLY going to do this right and IGNORE them, then at least we should set the thing off on top of the security guy's car over there while he's sleeping in it! Mentos in pop; WOW are we simple.Gotta love the logic. Sure we're simple, but so what?
Finally, before I rush out to meet some long-lost friends, I must share my favourite early, yet last-minute birthday gift with you. On the one hand, I went out and bought mom a handheld Sudoku puzzle because she loves them so much. On the other hand, Brodder went to Medieval Times last night and came home with this story to share:
...It was alright, but the thing that really threw me off was what they called the women there. There was one princess, but other than her, all the other female cast members were called wenches...
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