Down The Rabbit Hole

…Ok well not again, but my plan today was foiled anyway. Darn. Guess it will have to wait till next week.

A link from madhatter. I swear, I haven’t laughed so hard at a comic for…. months now, I think. The person responsible has made some hilarious Ace Attorney comics too, which I won’t post here because they are spoileriffic. Check them out on his/her LiveJournal here.

Significant Other: Have I told you yet? My friend D’s wife is giving birth in three weeks.
Me: Wow, they must be really excited. What are they going to name him/her?
Significant Other: Dylan if it’s a boy, Mia if it’s a girl.
Me: Well, so long as it’s not Tong Sam Pah (I heard this one through a friend. Poor guy).
Significant Other: *pauses* Well, it could be Bo Chieng Sa (in Hokkien, this means “not wearing clothes”).
Me: LOL! Can you imagine what it’d be like calling him/her? Chieng Sa, Chieng Sa (”wear clothes”, or can be interpreted as “put on some clothes”)!
Significant Other: Omg that’s true hahahahahahahaahaha

I sat on my bed, listening to the rain fall heavily outside my window. A phone sat in my hand. I looked at it pensively. Should I call? I wondered. The rain pattered on noisily without answer. I felt a lump come up in my throat. Then I picked up the phone and dialed anyway.

Riiiing. Riiiiiiiing. I waited with bated breath.

“Hello?” a voice said on the other line. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or not. But I told the voice my story.

There was a pause. “Are you sure?” the voice asked, in an urgent tone.

Yes, I said. Yes, I’m sure.

Pause again. And then the voice told me what to do. We said our goodbyes.

Click. The deal was sealed.

I stared outside at the unabating rain. Then I closed my eyes, and prayed that I made a good choice.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so pissed with someone for something they’ve said my entire life. I’ve told the said person off, but mark my words: I will not let anyone do this to me, and I don’t care who the fuck you are, I won’t stand for it.

Significant Other: You know, I was just thinking of what name generational names we could use for our kids next time. Maybe “Zhen”?
Me: What does that mean? :/
Significant Other: Solid. But, well, don’t know what to really name him yet…
Me: *lightbulb lights up in head* Ooooh oooh I know I know!
Significant Other: What?
Me: SOLID SNAKE!
Significant Other: What??!?! No!
Me: Bu but why not?
Significant Other: Chinese people don’t like snakes leh!
Me: Bu but it’d be cool …in a very geeky way, anyway.
Significant Other: NO.
Me: Awww Hmm, if you use “Snake” as the generational word, then we could do Solid Snake, Liquid Snake…
Significant Other: …
Me:

Out for lunch with a few colleagues, listening to a nearby kid throw a tantrum, I poked fun at a newly married colleague about having children, which she swears she won’t want till at least a few years down the road due to the lack of funds. The conversation gradually descended into jokes on how you can use your kids to earn money for yourself, such as dressing them in tattered clothes and then sending them to beg for money on the streets. Then it hit me, that when this kid turns into a young adult looking for his first job, he can actually have this written on his resume: “I have been working since I was five years old.” LOL! Try topping that for amount of work experience.

These are what my new glasses look like.

Unfortunately you can’t see that it’s dual-coloured on that image, so here’s a closeup:

It may be a bit hard to see, but it’s grey on the outside, purple on the inside.

And here’s what I look like in them! Aww, don’t I make such a cute geek?

Uncle Vincent chatted me up on MSN rather excitedly today over…a carpet. Yes, a carpet. So he has a new condo to move into soon, but all that fuss over a carpet? My mind was a bit boggled until he showed me what he meant.

Holy crap I want that carpet too. Guess how much it costs?

Four thousand. USD. FOR THE SMALL SIZE.

…You wouldn’t happen to be a rich Samaritan who just happened to come across this blog and have US$4000 to spare, would you?

Today I got into a totally silly and unnecessary discussion/minor argument with my boss and new(ish) senior designer. I don’t even understand why – it was just a minor detail, and I decided to endlessly pick on it anyway for the next ten minutes or so. Of course, I guess it didn’t help that my boss was trying to “clarify” this little detail with me as well. It ended as a stalemate, mostly because I was trying to get across the same point as she was trying to get across to me – I have no idea why I didn’t get it, and I have no idea why she didn’t get it either. Or maybe we weren’t actually talking about the same thing, because by the end of the whole thing I was so annoyed that I didn’t even remember just what the heck I was trying to say at that point. The way she was trying to sweep things under the carpet to keep the peace only added to my annoyance. She probably noticed that I was getting a little too worked up over no reason and wanted to calm me down, but unfortunately I hate it when people try to resolve problems by not resolving them. Especially when I’m already annoyed. I spent the rest of my work day with a raincloud over my head.

I think this is a sign that the stress is finally getting to me. I am normally able to separate work from whatever personal issues I may have with work. I don’t take my frustrations at work out on my colleagues, because I think it’s unprofessional. But somehow, that professionalism flew out of the window today. I was annoyed, yes – but what was worrying is that I actually didn’t care about showing it at work.

I guess I’ve been feeling rather emotionally volatile lately. Ever since the previous senior designer quit, I’ve never quite felt the same about my company. His leaving affected me a lot. Now I’m sick and tired of my work, my deadlines, my hours, my clients… I’m just not happy anymore. And I don’t think a holiday will help either, because I will be returning to face the same shit anyway. And at this point, it might not be healthy for me or my company to keep me around anymore.

I don’t really want to leave, really. I really want to stay on for at least another year and build my career. But I really don’t think I can stand the pressure for much longer, unless things change for real. But somehow I doubt it will happen. So I guess maybe it’s time I redesigned my resume and look around for opportunities elsewhere.