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Monday 25 February 2008

BSS

About a month ago I started on a new role and my colleague has recently asked me to write in our company newsletter about ‘Why I love my job?”. I did, but there were some things I wanted to say that would not have been approved by the editor. But I can still do it on here, can’t I? So here we go…

My role title is BSS. As you have probably guessed, it is an acronym. Notice how it’s not just BS (you know what that stands for), it is B-double-S. BSS. Does that mean we take a lot of BS from customers? or that we dish it out? Well, to be honest, it’s a balanced relationship. Very balanced. The more we get, the more we give.

Ok, now I'm making it sound like we’re a bunch of meanies over here. We’re really not, in fact we’re very nice to everyone. After all, we have to provide good customer service, right? But c’mon, if a customer sends you a little accident report saying the sun is shining through the window at a certain time of the day and giving them a headache? (which means they cannot carry on wrking) BS. Or that the noise outside is just too much to take? BS. Or when one calls you and says it’s 16 degrees (too cold) when it is in fact 20? BS. Or when… no, that’s enough. I was supposed to talk about why I like my job.

But let’s first decide if I actually do like my job. I mean, after all, it’s not that well paid, it’s a lot of stress (and BS), I haven’t been trained properly (which means I HAVE to BS my way through), I’m stuck in an office for 8.5 hours a day, I haven’t even got a desk or a drawer to put my stuff in and I have been living off a crate for the past month. Sounds like crap? I agree.

But what I do like about it is this: I am very much a people person and who I work with is much more important to me than what I do. And here, I think I’m working within a great team. Not that there isn’t any crap going on, it wouldn’t be a team if there weren’t! But I like the fact that from day one everyone knew who I was. And that I know everyone. I’m not just a number, neither am I swamped with all these responsibilities I’m not ready to handle (yes, that has happened to me before), so most the time you will see me being all happy and chirpy, and smiling. Except for those days when I’m coming down with flu and somebody has just binned my food.

Now you see why I couldn't write all that in the company newsletter...

PS: BSS really stands for Business Service Support, which translates: an assistant to a facilities manager. The rest is true.

Wednesday 20 February 2008

Oath...

This is something that has been on my mind for a while, so I thought I'd let it out at last.

Ever since I can remember, I have been told I was too skinny.
Fact: I’m 5’10’’ (177cm) and 125lb (58kg).
Fact: I’m underweight.
Fact: I don’t try to be, I just am.

I never really cared that much until one day my not-so-skinny friend walked up to me and said while hugging me hello, ”You’re so skinny, eww, it’s disgusting!” Ever since then, I started getting a little self conscious about my weight… I tried eating more junk, but my liver couldn’t take it. I tried eating late, but it would keep me up late. I tried eating large quantities but my stomach is about the size of a peanut, that’s why I eat small amounts several times a day. That’s how my body works. My doctor told me off when I complained of sleeplessness and told me to quit it. Did I listen to her? Hell no. I kept trying to gain weight until at some point I laughed at myself and thought, “Gosh, all those girls going on diets to lose weight and I’m on one to gain some punds!” And all of a sudden it wasn’t so funny any more. That’s when I started thinking, this is ridiculous! Why am I obsessing about putting on weight when I know it doesn’t work for me? Just because some fat jerk told me I looked bad? I like me the way I am and I refuse to let someone else tell me how I should feel about myself! Screw you! I’ll be as skinny or as fat as I want, as long as I like it! Some girls openly admit they would kill to look like me, and I’m not happy!!! There’s something seriously wrong here!

My point is, it’s not about whether I am skinny or fat, or ‘just right’ but how I feel about it and whether I let others decide how I should feel for me. Cos that’s just mean! Do I walk up to someone who is overweight and say, “Man, you’re so FAT! It’s disgusting!”? No! I have enough respect and sensitivity not to do such a thing. And nobody does it to fat people, because it’s not 'politically correct'. Only the skinny ones get the special treatment.
I mean, is it my fault that my body needs more energy for regular day-to-day activities? I don’t need to exercise to get my heart rate up to 130, a 20 minute walk from the train station to work will do the trick! I believe it has something to do with so called high metabolism.

Therefore…
I hereby make an oath: I shall not let other people decide how much I should weight and I shall obsess about dieting no more. Moreover, I shall not let anyone decide what I like, think or want in my life in general. Period.

Wednesday 13 February 2008

Sick...

I've been wanting to start this for a while now but I just never had the time. Now I'm in bed sick and bored out of my mind so I thought this might be a way of keeping myself not only entertained but sane. I hate being sick and being immobilized like this is just against my nature. So I'll try to ignore that voice in my head that's screaming, "I want to get ooooooooout!!!!!" and talk about something else.
Well, whoever is reading this has probably not heard from me for a while, so how about a quick update?
Lot's has changed: I've moved (although I'm still in London), I've changed jobs (same company, different office, more money - I believe that's called promotion?), and I've started school part-time (training to be a counsellor). The last bit is the most exciting one for me, because it means I finally found out what I really want to do. Yay!
So, in short, that's what's been keeping me from starting this blog. And it will probably keep me from updating it, too!