Workplace Woes

I have no idea why, but I’m currently so sleepy I can practically hear my eyelids whispering, “Goodnight, sweet prince(ss).” They've been trying to fall shut like they’ve got a meeting with my cheeks.

These past few days, I’ve been coming home after 6:30 PM because, surprise surprise, the workplace is a chaos buffet and apparently, I’ve subscribed to the all-you-can-handle plan. That said, it has improved compared to last year… but let’s be real, expecting a 100% problem-free process is like expecting a cat to follow orders—cute, but delusional.

So yes, issues will keep popping up like unwanted ads, and while I accept that reality, I really hope they stop reappearing like a bad sequel before I tender my resignation. Let me live in peace (and also, let me nap).

Speaking of work drama, remember TK? That colleague who’s peacing out of the company soon? Well, he told me his last day is this Friday. But here’s the hilarious bit: he came to my department to ask something, and later messaged me on Teams saying, “All the best here!” But he didn’t say it in front of my supervisor because he was “paiseh.” (Yes, that classic Singaporean shy-shame combo.) I asked him why he was paiseh, but I honestly forgot his answer. I think it had something to do with me also being on the verge of disappearing from this place. Touché, TK. Touché.

Anyway, we had a department meeting just now and oh boy… my manager once again opened his mouth and words came out—words that probably should’ve stayed in the draft folder. I think his intention was to “motivate” us (heavy sarcasm), but it felt more like he was channeling his inner villain.

He said if our company doesn't perform up to standard, it might be shut down. And then, with the delicacy of a sledgehammer, he added: “Those who cannot work longer, please leave the company.” Wow. Such inspiration. Much wow. If this were a Western company, his speech would’ve made headlines, and he'd probably be sued until even his socks had to file for bankruptcy.

On a much happier note—my friend K is back from Japan and asked to meet up to return my stuff. Which means... drumroll... I’ll finally get to meet my chosen Snoopy!! We’re meeting this Sunday, and she said she’ll come up with a place. I don’t even care where—we could be sitting in a carpark for all I care, I just can’t wait!