For this week.

It’s been another week and I haven’t had time to switch on the laptop when home, much less update.

Managed to only clear my emails (sorry if I haven’t been replying to some of the regular emails from friends) during those quick breaks I’m supposed to regard as lunchtime.

But hey, I’m not complaining. This week has been relatively easier, with me scoring a 97.5% on this week’s assessment.
I’m pretty happy with it, considering I hate math to the core and there’s a lot of it in this week’s module of pricing, taxes and stuff like that.

I was a little snappy to the people around me in the first half of the week, and the Mr got a clear idea of how I hate repeating myself and being told what to do when having to deal with tiresome people at work. I welcome suggestions but I don’t like being pushed and insisted upon that I take up on an idea that others find ideal without me having some time to evaluate it first.
So yeah, the Mr got a earful and I even burst into tears because I was frustrated AND tired AND angry. During which he duly panicked and stuffed my face into his shoulder and calmed me down. LOL. It seems funny now when I’m thinking about it.

All in the process of adapting to a new work environment huh?

Anyway, the girls in my department have been really lovely and a cheerful lot to work with.
And since it was the end of the week yesterday, we decided to have some “F.R.I.E.N.D.S” time at The Coffee Connoisseur @ Boat Quay.

I found it a rather nice place, especially since it was a two-storey place and had lotsa low tables with bean bag seats on second floor.

 

From left: Hayati, Lina, yours truly, Sanchana and Dilip.

My good friend Daljit (whom I’m relatively closer to) isn’t in the picture because she insisted on taking a photo of us first.
I intended to have her in the picture as well so when I saw a member of the TCC staff approach, I asked if she would be nice enough to oblige us with a photo.

In which she rudely explained that we were not allowed to take pictures.

I don’t understand why we were not allowed to.
Like why?
I don’t have this problem at The Coffee Club, or any other place.
For F’s sake, I even went around snapping pictures at Al Dente @ Esplanade or La Dolce Vita @ The Oriental, Singapore. And no one’s even told me that I’m not allowed to.

So I don’t see why I cannot take pictures of OURSELVES at a coffee outlet.

And then she said, that we would have to delete the pictures.
To which I replied, “Make me.”

It definitely left a sour note on my impression of the place.
It’s okay if I’m not allowed to take pictures of the deco or the food items because they probably wouldn’t want to lose out to budding rivals.

If a franchise owner is so conscious about the brand image, they should strive on the service and food available. Even if I were to blog about it, isn’t it FREE and GOOD publicity?

The readership on my current blog may not be as high as the former, but still!?

With service like this, I don’t even need pictures!
Bloggers (who make up the majority of the regular netizens, I think) definitely won’t go to such a place if they’re not allowed to photo-jot down their memories.

This sucketh. Really.

Anyway, dear Daljit, I shall give you your dues by posting up your picture on this blog someday. LOL.

Daljit’s a real sweetie and she taught me the trick of rubbing Johnson & Johnson’s Baby Oil into the ends of my hair and spreading some lightly throughout to aid in dry hair.
I’ve never thought of Baby Oil being for adults, y’know. Heee.

Oh, and the girl has me severely itching to try on adventurous doses of eyeshadow.
I swear she must have a palette of every shade of colour possible at home to match her clothes everyday.
If M.A.C needs a local brand ambassador for their makeup, I’d recommend Daljit. Really.

Anyway, the weekend’s here, and I’m feeling on top of the world right now.
What has been bugging me for the past few years has been fully resolved and I am truly as free as a bird. Mentally, physically and financially.

Physically?

Yeah, the pain has been going off nicely now that I have discovered the sale of a Tablet Crusher at Guardian Pharmacy.
I have a problem with swallowing tablets. I think it’s related to my fear of drowning, because whenever a tablet goes into my mouth, my throat closes up and I choke.
So I always have to crush my tablets with some spoons (when my mum’s not watching, I use her expensive stainless steel spoons) before gulping down chunky pieces, hoping that I won’t die from having a piece stuck somewhere.

So today, I finally realized the invention of such a contraption and gleefully tried it out when I reached home.
I popped in 3 tablets together, and twisted the container, getting extra fine powder with no effort.

YAYYYYYYY.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, think pepper grinder.

Ahuh baby, all my problems are gone alright.