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Sunday, April 22, 2007

okay, time for me to clear the webs and dust, but heys, its only been a week, dont really feel like translating the happenings in my life in text you know, but since ive got the free time today, might as well note all of it down at one go, ready?...okay go.

weekdays were pretty much spent going out and two days were reserved for job searching, first up was the handphone promoter that my friend recommend me.
"heys, the interviewer is a malay babe leh, lucky you"
thats what he said, i was like, are you sure?
the place was pretty far cause we alighted at paya lebar and had to take a cab,
then i recognise the place because i went there before but i forgot with whom,
i was seriously having dejavu' but still i could not remember when.

okay...so went up to the office building, waited outside the office,
then this female staff asked us to wait and sit down while waiting for the interviewer,
now is the most funniest shite that happened when i was looking for a job,
there she was, okay, not sounding bad but my friend told me she was a babe,
i looked at him and saw him trying to hold back his laughter,
i could swear at that moment if i did not look away i would laugh like an idiot,
she told us to wait and walked into her office to get something,
"asshole, wth man, this aint a babe, but this is ur "babe", " i said seriously holding my laughter.

she came back, notes and all, brief us through what was needed as a handphone promoter,
so i asked her whats the pay, she said its $6, i turned to my friend cause he said it would be $7,
damn, she was speaking to us as though we are applying for a professional job,
using intellectual words and such, in my mind i thought, okay, we're diploma holders,
you do not have to test our linguistic skills just for the sake of that, god, its only a handphone promoter job,
she asked us to demonstrate how we would promote by promoting our own handphones,
my friend started quite well, he said all about what he like about the phone and all,
it was me who tried so hard not laugh, YES, i still feel like laughing okay, so i stumbled a lil while talking,
i could not bear to see her and keep remembering what my friend had told me earlier,
but overall i managed to save myself by giving one clear cut reasonable sentence,
and yea, they want us to promote the LG phone, i was like shite, you know how hard to promote this phone,
i confessed to her i nearly bought the LG chocolate phone cause i like the design and touchpad navigations,
but because at that time they didnt have the memory stick slot in the phone i decided not to,
i bought a sony ericsson walkman phone instead because the mp3 player attracted me,
okay...end of interview and she said she would give us a call,
i did get the call alright but decided not to take the job because the pay is low for weekends,
YES, only for weekends.

second up was a really awkward moment and seriously,
i have to undermine the serious issues of being "well-prepared".
we went for an interview near chinatown there, yes if uve noticed the last one was at paya lebar,
i am culturally aware of that,
alright, so i told him that i seriously feel like backing out cause i did not feel good about this,
it was a marketing executive job, and they sent us an email before telling us to bring our resume,
when i entered i saw a few people wearing formal clothing and i said to my friend,
"man, is it me or are we like the only two going up with t-shirts and jeans",
i seriously did not know that we were suppose to wear formally,
i even saw some of them in blazers and ties okay,
one of the most awkward and ridiculous thing i have ever experienced for an interview,
but its just our apparels right?...WRONG,
we went inside the office and although its a small one, all of them are professionally don,
even the receptionist there had a slight twang to her accent,
but i do not whether its natural or not, considering how people nowadays are implementing that,
i overheard one of them talking about america and business trips, damn,
i asked my friend while filling in the forms, how long is the job going to be like,
he told me, that he informed the receptionist that we are going to be free for like 6 mths,
i feel like smacking his head on the tv screen, NS is like a few mths away,
well, my fault too for jumping straight from the plane without a parachute,
we just gave her the form and our resume and told her we come back tomorrow with proper attire,
she smiled and i died, okay, no.
we did not come back anyways.

the rest of the days were practically normal,
i had enough of interviews anyways after what had happened,
so, probably next week i would give it a go, but this time, i hope, no funny incidents,
and it is so hard to find an administrative job?
its like i am looking for experience and not the money,
okay...maybe the latter isnt entirely true but come on,
maybe i havent had the luck of finding a job cause i am not serious enough,
i guess what i just said is true.

still waiting for my pay from last weeks job anyways,
they should let me do the logistics for that, since its' soo hard to send the timesheets in,
they asked us to do the job, now when are they going to do theirs.

6:48 PM

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Iskandar Shah
Multimedia
Loves Art And Sports
Not Forgetting MUSIC
1987
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