Friday, June 24, 2011
Hermit
When you are frustrated career-wise, your entire attitude becomes one closely resembling a hermit crab. You don't bother performing on the job. You feel like shouting everytime a certain Her Wickedness makes her presence felt. You slither away, hoping to go unnoticed everytime you pass by "neutral" colleagues, not bothering to establish long-lasting relationship.
But the one person impossible to run away from: the cleaning aunty. I had seen a change of 3 aunties in this 1 short year I'm here. Each with her own quirks. But the 2 newest ones are the strangest by far. Lets skip the competitive one who used to work for Jap family. The current one is making me wonder if friendliness towards the underclass pays. Not that she was mean, no, far from it. She errs towards friendliness, esp towards me in fact.
2 weeks or so ago, when 2 of my colleagues were not in office, she sat down and talked to me for an hour or so. The next week, she actually appeared eager to continue further conversation when she saw that my colleague was back in office. Thank goodness, I thought secretly. She whispered stuff to me as she came sweeping my side of the room, mostly repetition of what was previously talked about. Then, the cleaning aunties must have gotten told off by someone higher up because she apologised for having talked for so long. And things were peaceful for a few days.
But today, it started again. "You will only be here another 2 months?" (I told you before, auntie, yes) "Will miss you. We miss everyone who has left, used as we are to you all." (But we barely know each other) "Are you happy here?" (I told you before, nope) All repetitions again.
My biggest fault in life is being an anti-socialite. I'm not born with good EQ and neither do I crave human companionship as much as I know some people do. I'm particularly bad with people not from my age group. Children: attention-deficit and I'm scarred by a child specialist telling me that my low voice potentially scare children during a supposed job interview long ago. Those in my parents' generation: incredibly bossy, with the pervasive "I had eaten more salt than you have rice" attitude. Old folks: naggy, thinks too much about minutae and some cannot get past their dialects.
Ever since finding out that I am a task-based personality, I experience a sort of freedom. Sometimes it should not matter what people thinks.
Yet, it should be a happy affair, right, to know that someone in this world will miss you, insignificant as you are in the eyes of everybody else in the organisation. I need to learn to be more patient with long-windedness...I'm particularly abhorrent of...may I say lesser-educated people who tend to make their point by repeating it again and again and are deficient language-wise to phrase it differently.
Oh well. On a brighter note, it's Fri and that means the end of the work week is clicking closer by the minute.
But the one person impossible to run away from: the cleaning aunty. I had seen a change of 3 aunties in this 1 short year I'm here. Each with her own quirks. But the 2 newest ones are the strangest by far. Lets skip the competitive one who used to work for Jap family. The current one is making me wonder if friendliness towards the underclass pays. Not that she was mean, no, far from it. She errs towards friendliness, esp towards me in fact.
2 weeks or so ago, when 2 of my colleagues were not in office, she sat down and talked to me for an hour or so. The next week, she actually appeared eager to continue further conversation when she saw that my colleague was back in office. Thank goodness, I thought secretly. She whispered stuff to me as she came sweeping my side of the room, mostly repetition of what was previously talked about. Then, the cleaning aunties must have gotten told off by someone higher up because she apologised for having talked for so long. And things were peaceful for a few days.
But today, it started again. "You will only be here another 2 months?" (I told you before, auntie, yes) "Will miss you. We miss everyone who has left, used as we are to you all." (But we barely know each other) "Are you happy here?" (I told you before, nope) All repetitions again.
My biggest fault in life is being an anti-socialite. I'm not born with good EQ and neither do I crave human companionship as much as I know some people do. I'm particularly bad with people not from my age group. Children: attention-deficit and I'm scarred by a child specialist telling me that my low voice potentially scare children during a supposed job interview long ago. Those in my parents' generation: incredibly bossy, with the pervasive "I had eaten more salt than you have rice" attitude. Old folks: naggy, thinks too much about minutae and some cannot get past their dialects.
Ever since finding out that I am a task-based personality, I experience a sort of freedom. Sometimes it should not matter what people thinks.
Yet, it should be a happy affair, right, to know that someone in this world will miss you, insignificant as you are in the eyes of everybody else in the organisation. I need to learn to be more patient with long-windedness...I'm particularly abhorrent of...may I say lesser-educated people who tend to make their point by repeating it again and again and are deficient language-wise to phrase it differently.
Oh well. On a brighter note, it's Fri and that means the end of the work week is clicking closer by the minute.
Labels: Saya Affairs
// posted by Jenn @ 2:42 PM 
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