STOP harassing me you Lesbo/Butch

Ahem, I only just realised this morning something about what the lesbian/Butch (henceforth to be known as LB) said. She told me 2 days ago that she found out about my resignation through my blog. Heck? how'd the hell did she know that? My open blog said nothing about me leaving at all.

Being the supremely dumb person at the time, I thought that someone had blabbed and naturally, I didn't like that. Anyway, this morning... EUREKA! ... or more truthfully... SHITTTTEEE!!!@#!#@!#@! it hit me... the LB had found her way into this blog.... my "closed" blog where only my closest friends are told to come. Dammit... dammit dammit...

But wait a minute, why not turn it into my own advantage? I mean, I certainly can't tell the LB off in person in full view of my soon to be ex-colleagues and good friends. And, while I want to get my point across, I am not mean enough to turn LB persona-non-grata in her own workplace lest it comes back and hit me as bad karma. At least... NOT YET.

So here is the unvarnished truth. If LB had indeed found her way here and is hurt by my words, so much the better. At least, she will bloody well know to stop harassing me and leave me alone.

1. I am NOT GOOD FRIENDS with LB
2. I am NOT CLOSE to LB. That's only wishful thinking on her part.
3. I don't like LB. She is creepy and wierd.
4. I don't like LB. I think she is either a lesbian or a sex-change operation wannabe.
5. I don't like LB. She keeps making passes at me although I have told her to "Fuck off"
6. I hate LB for making use of our mutual friend to try to get close to me. My views have not changed. I do not want to go out with you. I do not want you to "treat" me to dinner, I do not want to travel with you and most certainly, I do not want to keep in touch with you after I leave.
7. I also do NOT want to play internal mail tag with LB. STOP sending me "gifts" via internal mail. I don't want anything from you, NOT software, NOT french movies, NOT Cirque du Soleil stuff... NOT anything.
8. I want LB to leave me alone. She is scary.
9. I will delete and block LB once she is no longer my colleague.
10. I will remove her from my MSN, My e-mail as well as my phone. I will also not answer any of her calls and sms.
11. I want LB to stop harassing me. Isn't it clear that I am only trying to be professional and politically correct at work but I really really don't want to have anything to do with her at all?

LB, if you do not cease and desist... and you keep harassing me either directly or through our mutual friends... Even if it is something I will not want to do, I will personally see to it that everybody will know and think that you are some kind of whacko homosexual stalker... from your department to my department to wherever. So stop it. I am leaving.

Let me leave in peace... or forever suffer the consequences.

A Time for Action

For those of you close enough to me to know about this particular blog, instead of the more ‘open’ one at MSN Spaces, I am finally moving on with my life.

Yeah, I have a new job offer. One that I suspect is bigger than anything that I have done so far. One with a motley of opportunities both for earnings as well as for learning... ok, ok and in Bushfield's words.... performing.... Cheh... like I am a performing monkey liddat....

But, I digress.

I will miss my colleagues that have in the last few years become friends.
I will miss my gym and swimming kaki's
I will miss the people that I bitch to on MSN about work and the world in general.
I will miss the family like ambience in my current place.

Doing paperwork all the time is not for me. Writing minutes is the most tedious and boring job to do. But, I do it a lot. I also 'force' and 'manipulate' others for unpopular initiatives that "Waste Important Time". While I have no buy in myself, what real moral grounds do I have to make others do so. But do it I did and leading by example, I tried. I did well, but I absolutely hated it and it made me miserable. I realised that in my small way, I do have the strength of will to make people do things, but I would rather they choose to follow me than to be coerced into it. Forcing people to do things that they don't like and does not benefit them takes a chunk out of me emotionally.

I guess in a nutshell. I think my job is damned tedious and boring BUT I like the people and environment.

So I must go. Like a big fish that has outgrown its pond, I must swim on to a river and mayhaps to a bigger lake. I have outgrown this place, with it's friendly smiles and laid-back people, it's all good but job wise, I am unfulfilled. If I am honest with myself, I have too much spare capacity. Not so much in terms of time... but plenty to spare in terms of brain juices and abilities.

Life has its trade-offs, of course, I am trading stability and comfort (and boredom) for exciting new opportunities that come with higher risks (and better pay!).

And so... I go.

Friday Beach Party

4th August 2006

In all honesty, I have absolutely no idea what possessed me to agree to a night out with S. Firstly, the fact that it was a corporate function for a financial company would have set my alarm bells ringing, which in fact, it did. Next, there was the dubious fact that I needed to turn up only at 8.15pm on a Friday night. Alright, ok. I made myself go because I felt that I was getting a tad bit too hermetic, even for my own liking. Plus, I needed to make new friends anyway.

So there I was… waiting with S in front of Spizza at Harbourfront, wishing for the life of me that I hadn’t agreed to come. It was almost 9pm and her friend C had only just reached. Great… so there were supposed to be 5 of us and the 2 hosts. That makes it 7 people squeezed into a tiny car. God bless *dripping sarcasm*. It didn’t help that the ladies were all dressed up for a party, when all S said to me was, yeah, sandals are fine… when I specifically told her that I was going to wear a T-shirt and culottes. Oh well, I guess I knew the implied dress code for the beach party, but in my own way, simply refused to conform to it.

The trip into Sentosa went well, considering that the security guard merely waved us in despite being able to see us 6 ladies and our “pimp” (I am going to refer to C*****n as this henceforth) squeezed in the car. Tanjung Beach itself looked good. The live band was from Wala-wala at Holland V, so the quality was never in question. The bar didn’t stinge on the drinks. The bourbon tasted like bourbon… not some watered down version and they did indeed serve decent bubblies… (champagne).

By right, all should be fine and dandy, except for the sinking feeling in my stomach. I really really don’t enjoy social situations… urgh… I hate them in fact. My back was aching from sitting hunched over the PC for too many hours on end, I was very tired and wanted nothing more than to crawl into my bed to sleep.

Still, I was a good sport. I mingled around, met a couple of fund managers from all over, chatted people up… mostly with the men and boozed aplenty. I think I overdosed on the booze a little. I had maybe 2 bourbon cokes and several.. 5… or was it 6 glasses of champagne that night, way more than usual. I must have been high for I found myself being literally dragged to the dance area by the pimp. He kept stressing that humans are social creatures… and seriously, although I agree with that statement, I also know that humans must be comfortable before they can be sociable. Halfway through, my senses kicked in and I decided enough was enough. Dancing was not my thing… neither was the night life thingy.

Strangely enough, I had more conversations after that… with more men, again mostly fund managers and dealers. Go figure… anyway, most of them were pretty decent and could carry a conversation. I reckon things weren’t so bad…. Until I met E****d. Ugh. Now, that guy was a nightmare came true. Man, I was actually enjoying my conversation with this guy M**k on his job at U** when E****d came along with stinky fingers who tried to feel me up. Yikes!

Come on, it’s not as if he was a hunk. Personally, if I wasn’t so polite, I’d say he was a sorry looking sod. But there he was, with his thinly veiled propositions and sexual innuendoes. I rather think he was trying to get laid that night… Ugh.. distasteful to the extreme.

Still, I can be a class act when I choose to be. I simply pretended to be an idiot and not get his meaning.

All in all, it was a good night. It opened my eyes to a number of things which I had forgotten existed, simply because I kept away from it. And once realized… I know that I will keep away from such people even more.

As I did get home in the wee hours of the morning, my resolution to wake up early to go for a morning jog basically didn't work out. I didn't even wake up until 11am. even then it was to do a bit of my chores, buy my brunch and "plop"... back to bed I went. I finally managed to haul my ass back home in the late afternoon. Still, it wasn't all bad. I did drink a whole bottle of water before sleeping so I didn't suffer from too much of a hangover... merely an extended bout of sleepiness and a loose bladder. *hahaha*