Thursday, May 19, 2005
I hear Mandarin everywhere I go.
On Monday and Tuesday I sat through sixteen hours of class-room training for the Shell job. It was awfully boring, about 28 of us sat at a u-shaped desk and listened to the trainer read shit out and totally love himself. It was as if the honour of delivering common sense to the masses was, for two days, exclusively his. He would make pauses to allow us time to comprehend the genuine depth of the words that came out of his mouth, the tone of his voice indicating that no-one else had thought of it before he had. He expected that the whole world would suddenly become alot clearer after listening to the gems of utter wisdom he offered to us and let me tell you, he fucking enjoyed every minute of it.
As for me, I couldn't stop wriggling around and finding things to do such as drinking water and pouring some more, eating all the lollies on the table, going out for a smoke, going to the toilet, copying the Fly Buys logo onto my notepad in blue fluorescent marker, and conjuring up ways to describe the trainer. Worse more, I was wedged in between two complete morons, whose heads I wanted to snatch away and stuff brains into. I felt like I was stuck in a cage, the bars of which, surrounding me, were made of moronic substance.
Yesterday I tried to sort out my application for credit for what I studied in Taiwan. It requires course outlines of every subject you took. Tunghai has no course outlines, they've never heard of them, and I've got the niggling feeling that this is what is going to happen all because Tunghai has no course outlines: My application gets rejected, I get no credit, and I spend a whole extra YEAR at uni. All because Tunghai has no course outlines. Fuck them. Oh I'm in the mood to swear darling.
I started my first shift at Shell at 5:30 this morning. Went and told Quack Quack that I couldn't work there anymore. He seemed too busy too care. I don't know how I feel about that. I wanted him to go "Oh no, why you don't wanna work here?" or something like he did last time. This time he just said "OK."
Indignant "Huh!" ¶ 14:16
On Monday and Tuesday I sat through sixteen hours of class-room training for the Shell job. It was awfully boring, about 28 of us sat at a u-shaped desk and listened to the trainer read shit out and totally love himself. It was as if the honour of delivering common sense to the masses was, for two days, exclusively his. He would make pauses to allow us time to comprehend the genuine depth of the words that came out of his mouth, the tone of his voice indicating that no-one else had thought of it before he had. He expected that the whole world would suddenly become alot clearer after listening to the gems of utter wisdom he offered to us and let me tell you, he fucking enjoyed every minute of it.
As for me, I couldn't stop wriggling around and finding things to do such as drinking water and pouring some more, eating all the lollies on the table, going out for a smoke, going to the toilet, copying the Fly Buys logo onto my notepad in blue fluorescent marker, and conjuring up ways to describe the trainer. Worse more, I was wedged in between two complete morons, whose heads I wanted to snatch away and stuff brains into. I felt like I was stuck in a cage, the bars of which, surrounding me, were made of moronic substance.
Yesterday I tried to sort out my application for credit for what I studied in Taiwan. It requires course outlines of every subject you took. Tunghai has no course outlines, they've never heard of them, and I've got the niggling feeling that this is what is going to happen all because Tunghai has no course outlines: My application gets rejected, I get no credit, and I spend a whole extra YEAR at uni. All because Tunghai has no course outlines. Fuck them. Oh I'm in the mood to swear darling.
I started my first shift at Shell at 5:30 this morning. Went and told Quack Quack that I couldn't work there anymore. He seemed too busy too care. I don't know how I feel about that. I wanted him to go "Oh no, why you don't wanna work here?" or something like he did last time. This time he just said "OK."
Indignant "Huh!" ¶ 14:16
