"Educate"

Somehow, we've magically arrived at Thursday with zero major drama from the people around me—which is honestly a miracle—but of course, there’s still one major issue, because life refuses to let me off the hook that easily.

Just as I was about to peace out and head home, someone decided it was the perfect moment to hand me a defect sample. Like, really? I looked at it, blinked twice, and immediately decided that “Future Me” (a.k.a. Friday Me) could deal with it. Why? Because Present Me is tired. Like... slap-a-post-it-on-my-face-that-says-‘offline’-tired.

This defect isn't even new! It’s like a sequel nobody asked for. Last time, they found one reel and it cost us a sweet little SGD 3k. This time? Two reels. That's a math-crying SGD 6k situation, if my brain still works, which it probably doesn't after this week. And just like before, there’s nothing we can do except give the reels a sad funeral and scrap them. R.I.P. reels, gone but not profitable.

But hey, plot twist—I’m chill now. Why? Because we're exactly one week away from my last day at work! ONE. WEEK. Soooo... who the heck cares anymore? I don't. Let those who still give a damn, give all the damns. I’m on my way to Freedomville.

But of course, before I sail off into the sunset, something else had to poke my soul a little harder than yesterday’s BCH incident (which was already annoying, mind you).

So there's this new quality manager, let’s call him CN (a.k.a. Captain Nuisance), who parachuted into the company at the end of April and officially took over the quality department in May. And today, he decided to drop the mic in the rudest way possible.

Backstory: I’ve been the one raising scrap forms, and my manager clearly told us not to raise anything above SGD 5k in one form. And like the loyal corporate sheep I am, I followed the rule. Always did. The previous quality manager, L, had no issues—if it was under 5k, it was approved. Simple. Efficient. No drama.

Enter CN. Suddenly, my scrap forms are stuck in approval limbo, just chilling at his desk like forgotten sushi. Then today, I finally get an email. Do you want to guess how he started it?

"Hi J, Please educate Carmen on..."

Excuse me, what now? Did he just say educate? As if I’m some wild, untrained office raccoon who needs to be taught how to behave?!

At first, I was flaming mad. My blood pressure did a backflip. But then... I remembered.

Why stress? I’m almost outta here. The Exit Sign is glowing. Let the team deal with Captain Nuisance after I’m gone. I’ll be somewhere sipping coffee, not giving a single scrap about scrap forms.