In one of his most momentous efforts to consolidate power in the office, he has appointed me as MOPA/IC. Thanks but not very much of thanks. Firstly, I don't want to be hold responsibility in sending quirky SARS emails to HQ every single day, and secondly I'm the least experienced (or should I say the lowest in rank) there to even attempt try to influence others (or should I say exert my rank influence on others) That was the most irrevocable that has happened when I was away for 1 week.
That certain someone apparrently a despot, decided to form his own mini version of Toast Masters' Club. What I mean is that everyday, a few number of people is delegated to the glorious job of having to explain to a group of hungry eager beavers some of the "Procedures"that no one can be bothered to find out. Firtly, I would like to comment that it is (as usually) one of the most ludicrous effort in vain to make people read the Procedures. Secondly, they were told to summarise, and apparently their skills and techniques of summarisation were lacking so greatly, coupled with their perpetual speech-slurring, that 1 presentation of a "Procedure" drags for hours. Then the certain loquacious someone adds in spices of delight and sheer torment by interrupting the presenter and thereby stretching the presenation even longer.
And it has almost come to the point of no return, when I see the peach walls being filthed by 21s(presumably) all the time because they are playing mindless games in the room (that I am in charge of include the cleanliness obviously). Firstly, the gluttons eat like they have no jaw to contain their foot, and secondly their fatigues and bodies seem to contain a congregation of the most vilest organisms to speak. To put it simply, they leave a trail of organic decompose for me to clear up everyday. And while I was away for a week, I couldn't imagine the kind of squalor they would have turned the place into.
NOTICE: They are asinine PIGS and they have sex with insane swines in stys of perdition.
Just a week ago, there was this obsequious leech in the room for some checkup, who thought that he was able to cajole Mr MO with his affable disposition.
HIM: "Er.... hehehe *smiles* I heard that ... hah ... Mr MO can give the excuse up to 6 months? or a year?"
Me : -_-
And not only that, he requested for some silly treadmill test, that simply had to involve me and that simply had to trouble me. Later, outside the counter, he began talking to me about the appointment procedures, and insidiously suggested that I should be the one doing all the things for him. Then he gave me a million dollar smile. With a face like that, he should be treaded upon and milled with grains. Good luck, your wanted appointment was booked on Christmas Eve, and now how's that?
Then I told MR MO that I'm not going to be doing things with servitude in the office. I mean what's the point, I'm not aiming for any kind of promotion nor do I think of staying there more than I am supposed to stay by the 2 1/2 year law decree. I do not foresee myself smiling and speaking genially to any of the pretend-to-be-sick bastards. And it's time my DOCU friend should have realised that being friendly to the patients and being all smiley brings great misfortune in the office. What do these patients do? They toodle and doodle outside our bunk at 10 pm in the night to ask for the freaking appointments! What they should have been told: Please head to the nearby toilet to defecate.
That certain someone apparrently a despot, decided to form his own mini version of Toast Masters' Club. What I mean is that everyday, a few number of people is delegated to the glorious job of having to explain to a group of hungry eager beavers some of the "Procedures"that no one can be bothered to find out. Firtly, I would like to comment that it is (as usually) one of the most ludicrous effort in vain to make people read the Procedures. Secondly, they were told to summarise, and apparently their skills and techniques of summarisation were lacking so greatly, coupled with their perpetual speech-slurring, that 1 presentation of a "Procedure" drags for hours. Then the certain loquacious someone adds in spices of delight and sheer torment by interrupting the presenter and thereby stretching the presenation even longer.
And it has almost come to the point of no return, when I see the peach walls being filthed by 21s(presumably) all the time because they are playing mindless games in the room (that I am in charge of include the cleanliness obviously). Firstly, the gluttons eat like they have no jaw to contain their foot, and secondly their fatigues and bodies seem to contain a congregation of the most vilest organisms to speak. To put it simply, they leave a trail of organic decompose for me to clear up everyday. And while I was away for a week, I couldn't imagine the kind of squalor they would have turned the place into.
NOTICE: They are asinine PIGS and they have sex with insane swines in stys of perdition.
Just a week ago, there was this obsequious leech in the room for some checkup, who thought that he was able to cajole Mr MO with his affable disposition.
HIM: "Er.... hehehe *smiles* I heard that ... hah ... Mr MO can give the excuse up to 6 months? or a year?"
Me : -_-
And not only that, he requested for some silly treadmill test, that simply had to involve me and that simply had to trouble me. Later, outside the counter, he began talking to me about the appointment procedures, and insidiously suggested that I should be the one doing all the things for him. Then he gave me a million dollar smile. With a face like that, he should be treaded upon and milled with grains. Good luck, your wanted appointment was booked on Christmas Eve, and now how's that?
Then I told MR MO that I'm not going to be doing things with servitude in the office. I mean what's the point, I'm not aiming for any kind of promotion nor do I think of staying there more than I am supposed to stay by the 2 1/2 year law decree. I do not foresee myself smiling and speaking genially to any of the pretend-to-be-sick bastards. And it's time my DOCU friend should have realised that being friendly to the patients and being all smiley brings great misfortune in the office. What do these patients do? They toodle and doodle outside our bunk at 10 pm in the night to ask for the freaking appointments! What they should have been told: Please head to the nearby toilet to defecate.
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