I wanted to write about my interview on Saturday morning, on Saturday afternoon. Met up with Shirley jie to go shopping for Mom's prezzie instead of going straight home on a boring Saturday morning without my boy.
Yup.. Like I mentioned in my last post, (scroll down yourself. I'm lazy to link it up here) my boy had to do his first guard duty after close to 2 years in NS and hence had to burn his weekend. It felt so weird and uncomfortable to not be sleeping in the warmth of his embrace with the accompaniment of his tender goodnight kisses on my forehead. It felt good to have him beside me again, last night.
What was I going to talk about?
Ahh... About the interview.
I SCREWED IT UP! TOTALLY!
I had prepared my answers to some questions I was expecting, like
Why do you want to join Starhub?
Why choose customer service?
I did not bring my resume, I did not bring a photograph and I felt superfluously stupid when the lady asked me if I had brought a pen and I said no.
After I had filled up the form (with a borrowed pen from the receptionist) in the conference room and handed it to one of the staff, I was waiting for my turn for the interview like a total nervous wreck. I wasn't the first, and I wasn't the only one waiting for my turn.
There was a couple, or 3 other persons waiting for their turn so I wasn't expecting my name to be called so soon and yet right after I passed the completed application form to one of the staff there, my name was called rightaway. My heart was beating furiously, probably at 1835 beats per minute, I couldn't count, it was too fast.
I handled the questions as smoothly as a llama was able to eat meat and concluded the interview without asking a single question. What happened?!?!?!!
I had intended to find out my opportunities for advancement, the differences in job scope (for technical and non-technical customer service executives), the structure of the department, employee benefits, the renumeration package and of course, the starting salary based on my experiences (totalling up to zilch, unless you count the days of being a distributor in VDG) and qualifications.
WHY DID I SAY I HAD NO QUESTIONS!!?!?!?!!!??!?!!??!!!
WHY DO I HAVE TO BE SUCH A NERVOUS WRECK WHENEVER I'M AT INTERVIEWS?!?!?!!!?!???!?!
I felt like a retarded llama when I stepped out of the room.
Anyway, I let everything pass as soon as I decided to meet up with Shirley jie at Tampines Mall. We ended up at Century Square, picked out a nice piece of lingerie for my mom as Mother's Day prezzie, and proceeded to Storm Hair to confront the salon director.
Yes.
They made a mess out of Shirley-jie's hair when they did the rebonding for her. Part of it looked horrible, it was awfully frizzy and her hair looked very dry although it felt soft to the touch. No shine, no life. The salon director re-did the rebonding to the problematic areas and he was more steady pom pee pee than the other hairstylists who pale in comparison. Salon director leh, what you think? Of course more steady, wat!
BUT BUT BUT!!! Don't buy hair care products from salons directly. They cost so much more. Shirley jie bought a tube of Sebastian's Potion 9 for S$38 at Storm Hair and we saw the same item being sold for just S$28 in another shop in the same shopping mall. What a rip-off!
I spent Mother's Day in guilt.
Guilt for not spending the day with the woman who took pains carrying to full term and then delivering her first-born in 1982, when medical care wasn't as advanced as now and must have caused her a lot of pain then. She was only 20 years old, then. I dunno how to make up for it, and I had actually wanted to take her out for a nice dinner but instead, I had dinner at McDonald's with Dar and his family. What the fuck was I thinking? I went home to find Mommy watching TV with the sisters. I didn't even have the guts to face Daddy when I reached home. Went to bed immediately cos of a splitting headache. I've been on Tylenol for four days already.
I've been having headaches consistently over the last four days. What's wrong with me? Maybe I have something in my head too? ("Too" because someone close has them. 2, in fact. No. Not ghost. I was talking about tumours.) Dar says I'm going crazy, just like that someone close. I shouldn't be thinking about morbid stuff.
BAH.
I should be looking forward to The Big Day in December, and I am. Just in case you dunno what I'm talking about, it's the registration of our marriage. No, not a publicity stunt like the two SG-Idol-wannabes. It's a union of 2 people in love, 2 people who share a vision of the future ahead of them, living in bliss till the end of their days.
Why is this post so sombre and melancholic?
I'm supposed to be a happy girl. Could it be PMS?
Fuck it.
This morning when I went for my morning shower, I thought I saw a ghost in the living room. My heart skipped a beat (I could feel it. I know how a skipped heart beat feels like because I have MVP) and I was more awake than ever, instantly. I swear I saw a figure in some pale green or white attire flash past the corner of my eye. EWwww. But Grandma says that if I don't feel my hair standing, there ain't any ghost around.
I'm feeling so sleepy, giddy and sorta high from the cappucino I had this morning in the office. I had another 2 cups of whipped Milo as well.
My boss is back from her trip to Paris. I hope she had fun and still remembers me.
I'm getting quite broke and think I should claim my salary soon, within this week. I owe Mom a month's instalment of my NUS TFL of S$700.
I heard from Uncle M that Ah Di has been taken in by a kind family. I'm so happy about that. I hope she gets more love from them that I can give.
I took (yet another) personality test consisting of just four questions. Quite accurate, their analysis, only that I've taken enough similar tests to get quite different results.
This webby says I'm an INTP.
INTP
You're on a quest for logical purity... You're motivated to examine universal truths and principles... Always asking "Why?" and "Why not?"... Can focus with great intensity on your interests... You appreciate elegance and efficiency in thought processes and demand it in your communication...
You might appear low key in appearance and approach, you're hard as nails when challenging a truth... You don't like to deal with the obvious... At your best when developing unusual or complex ideas... You can be an under-achieving but very capable student... If you don't like a rule, you're quick to challenge it and find flaws in it -- this could make you somewhat of a rebel... If you like the rule, though, you have a respect for it and go along with it...
A relentless learner in areas that hold your interest... You might seem "lost in thought" to others... You tend to connect unrelated thoughts... You would rather be the architect of a plan than the implementer of it... You need a private, quiet workplace that allows for flexible independence... Would rather organize ideas than people....
You tend to stay away from traditional leadership roles, and would rather lead with your ideas... You don't get emotionally involved, but rather tend to follow logical reasoning..... Leisure has two dimensions to you: first, you like to concentrate and reflect on conceptual matters; second, you like to take risks in the external world (like skydiving?)...
You like to read, think, watch TV, play with computers.. (and post on the Storm Palace message bases).. Sometimes you'd rather do these types of things than hang around other people... You don't necessarily like "best sellers" or "must see" movies because you don't trust people's opinion on what's "popular" and would rather make a value judgment for yourself....
Love, for you, has three distinct phases: falling in, staying in, and getting out. Falling in love is a loss of rationality for you, and you fall HARD... An all or nothing phenomenon....
The "staying in love" phase is where you start to evaluate the relationship's structure and form. You may withdraw at this point because you're moving toward your most customary inward style and nature. A lot of the open affection stops.... The giddy state changes... The "falling out of love" part (which doesn't always happen) results from an analysis of the real expectations of the relationship and needs of the relationship. Often an undefined line is crossed that neither of you knew about in advance. However, if you end it, you'll keep the relationship going as a friend in some capacity if you have a reason....
Pitfalls: don't focus too much on the inconsistencies of others... Try being friendly and showing appreciation of others... Being competent is very important to you, and you could be too hard on yourself.... Don't let your emotions take control. You could have outbursts or appear hypersensitive...
INTP: "It's Not Theoretically Possible"
I've had tests saying I'm an ENFJ, and some other types I cannot remember for the life of me. All are accurate to some extent and I guess the same applies for everyone. I mean, if a human can be so accurately defined by just one personality type, then that human cannot possibly be human anymore. People grow and change and are bound to evolve into other types with time and experiences.
The current analysis is by far the most accurate representation of my hidden self, in other words, the person that I know I am. Since you have read about my hidden self, it should go to the "open" quadrant of my Johari Window now. The Johari Window is actually a model describing the process of human interaction. It consists of four "windows", aptly named the Open, Blind, Hidden and Unknown quadrants.
Wassup with my spelling? I keep mis-spelling words today.
Back to the Johari Window.
So the "open" self represents information about myself known to both you and me.
The "blind" self represents information about myself you know about me, but which I do not know about myself.
The "hidden" self represents information about myself I know about myself, but which I do not disclose to you.
The "unknown" self represents information about myself which no one, not even myself, knows.
Why did I suddenly talk about this?
I've got nothing to do since morning and this is getting seriously boring.
I've been having weird dreams with events that cannot possibly happen in real life. My memory of the events in my dream have diminished over the morning thus I cannot recount them here.
Like anyone bothers.
I'm feeling depressed today and I do not know why.
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