The review

I am gonna do one long one before I sleep and darn I'm so achingly tired now.
For good mood sake, I shall do it.

Ok...Let's see where shall we begin.
My week.

If I haven't quite remember wrongly, I led a pretty stressful 2 working weeks in a row.Let's put it stressful & busy.
I talked to people who can talk, who can't talk, who are nonsense, who are suicidal, who owe(us) money, who are stupid and young(and old), who don't know what they want etc.
If I have not good head and good friends(like Fyn & Cindy), my job is pretty insane at times.

I will just quote the suicidal and the don't-know -what-they-want cases.

Suicidal.

I have this NUS grad (in Economics) candidate who I find kinda pestering but in a sympathetic note, a lil' pitiful.
According to her, it is her dream to work in a bank.(God knows why?) But poor Ms NUS grad after a year still has nothing of such luck yet.

I am the 'kind' consultant who gave her much advise on her career path. I am the one who advise her not to join Amex cos' I know she would really die there as a PFC.
Reason NOT being Amex ain't our cilent yet but becos' knowing she isn't really a sales type of gal(judging by phone), how is it possible to be a sales person for a merchant bank.
It ain't easy to survive in our consumer market, let alone the poor lil pie of high end.
Just how many rich asses could afford a platinum card that easily. It's not as if you are the only one whose trying to sell Amex cards.
Think of the competition, if you dont have that kinda vibe, you can't afford this sinful step.

Bright gal she is saying that she took my advice and rejected the desperate Amex now.(We really know that Kelly is a very bad agency no doubt her size.)

Just someday this week, poor NUS grad of a year called me again cos' she was so sad and depressed by now and even told me through her own mouth that she could even commit suicide.

If I wasn't calm and professional enough, I would screamed at her over the phone,"What the Fuck are you thinking!!" and slammed the phone.

At one angle, I totally sympathise this gal and know how she feel.
Competition is so tight in the market right now that I have no idea if it's a good idea to hold a degree these days.

But still being depressed doesn't give you the right to even think of suicide.
God!
I despised such lot!

Pui!

Dont know what they want.

Once in a blue moon, I saw applications of people I know.
So I met my secondary classmate

I got her an offer from the bank but she hesistated ALOT!!
Reason being:Mine is a 6 months (but convertible) contract and the other was a P.B, perm, offering higher basic but bonded for 9 months if not compensation of $4000 odd.

I do wish her all the best in whatever she choose.
She chose the Personal Banker role in the end.

But what I thought silly is...She told me it is her "DREAM-JOB" to be a Personal Banker!!
-___-
Even a top sales insurance manger laughed at this.(no kidding!)

Never mind. All I can assured you this that it IS NOT her dream job as a P.B. Cos' it was clear skies to me that she has no idea what she wants during the time I interviewed her!
She is just taking it up pershaps of the higher pay and then the offer is a perm.

Geez!I can safely assure you people that the lifespan of a sales person in a bank is hardly more than a year and half.

I will sit back and see if I will ever know whathappen next.


I didnt think my job is easy. Alot of people couldnt survive in my line cos' it is more than stressful to handle it. And I really think that I'm doing a fine job but all I need is more support cos'it is mentally exhausting then it wears down your physical as well.

So enough about work. It's TGIF anyway.

I am heavily bit by the GSS bug.=<
But again shopping really makes girls happy. Just that the poorer ones suffered the guilt later.
I know I gotta stop it.
Ok...STOP IT!!!
Lol.xD

Oh...one amusing recount.
I could be quite a meanie when I'm cocky enough.

So Fyn,Cindy,Tracy and I were walking down to Heeren when we stopped a while near the UOB Bank.
We were taking a quick look at those cheap bags when suddenly this uncle(I figured he is from UOB) approached us.

Here's the conversation:

Uncle:"Hh..iHi.Are you gals looking for jobs."

We looked at each other and I answered him..
Me:"We are consultants."

Uncle:"Oh...I am also consultant..and blabbered something like if we are interested to be PFC or things like that"He is fibbering so much that we wondered who in the right mind employed him to be an ambassador?

Me:"No. We recruit people like you."I smiled and we walked off.

Pretty cocky but I love it.
Of cos' Iwhen I said 'people likeyou' wasnt referring to people like his type but his job.
Lol.

I know he must be cursing me then but mean gal dont care.

I knowmy head growing big but hell would I be humble when my job qualifies me as an adviser, a consultant and giving people jobs that command higher pay than me most of the time. And those people are often older than me and more qualified than me in certs basis.

but still..why am I talking about work again?

It has been SOOOOO long since I last watched a movie with a galfren.

Dear Fyn and I watched "Omen" today.
It wasn't really as bad as the reviews were.
Being a scardy cat but horror freak, I still have my shutting eyes and drawing breaths moments.

But of cos' it wasnt that good either.
It wont be as powerful as the Exorcisum of E.Rose which had me woken at 3 sharp in the morning for quite sometime.

And really the ending sucks!
Perhaps we are all too used to endings that God triumph over the Evil that it absolutely sucks to realise that the Devil (son of the devilin this case) survived.

But thinking back, the show is called "Omen" so theoreticallytherotically the idea of the movie does fit the bill.

But can someone tell me why 'it's' mother is a dog??

So I was telling Fyn that it ideally fits the saying-Son of the Bitch.

Ha.

Had a great weekend.We laughed sooo much during work today(No B-o-S-s) that it hurts.

On another note, I am sad that Cheng Cheng is leaving us next month.
But I know that she would be happier and God bless her.

Ah...looong enough?

I gotta sleep.

Gonna blast this weekend!!!

I dont mind being tired but I must be happy!!