| zeigeist |
[Mar. 22nd, 2005|12:08 am] |
Zeit·geist
n.
The spirit of the time; the taste and outlook characteristic of a period or generation: “It's easy to see how a student... in the 1940's could imbibe such notions. The Zeitgeist encouraged Philosopher-Kings” (James Atlas).
[German : Zeit, time (from Middle High German zt, from Old High German. See d- in Indo-European Roots) + Geist, spirit; see poltergeist.]
Source: The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
I get to learn about lots of cool stuff at work. Blogging is all the rage among educational technologists and academics in the States. Lots of collaborative / social networking tools are also being touted as the next big thing in edtech and on the Internet in general. There are too many to name, so I'll just cover a few of the important ones - at least, those that are important to me.
RSS
I've almost stopped visiting blogs. I still read them but updates come to me, instead of me going to each of my friends' blogs. How?
Really Simple Syndication (or RDF Site Summary for geeks) a.k.a. RSS.
You might have noticed little 'chicklets' of tiny logos labelled XML or RSS. These are RSS Feeds. Blogger and LiveJournal users, you automatically have an RSS feed by default.
Blogger feeds are in this format: http://myblog.blogspot.com/atom.xml
LiveJournal feeds are in this format: http://www.livejournal.com/user/myblog/data/rss
So if your friend has Blogger/LiveJournal blogs, you can subscribe to the feeds. Just replace 'myblog' with your friends' username. Better yet, the more clued in people will have an XML/RSS chicklet on their site with the feed URL, as I described earlier.
Now, what do you do with this URL? Take mine, for example: http://acroamatical.blogspot.com/atom.xml
Not a lot of good on its own, right? You now have to download and install a feed reader or aggregator. I use Thunderbird, which is actually an email client i.e. alternative to Outlook/Outlook Express. It's free! There are other free RSS readers, please Google.
After you have installed the feed reader, you can enter the RSS/XML feed. The feed reader should then update itself with the latest entries from the blog that you just 'subsrcibed' to.
Now do this for all the blogs you visit - EasyJournal and Xanga users, please switch... or beg your blog service provider to provide RSS functionality (if they already have it, i am not aware of it) - and you won't need to visit a blog ever again.
Every time you start the Feed Reader, it sees if the sites you have subscribed to have any new posts/content. If they do, they'll come into the 'inbox' as separate messages, almost like email.
This is a superb time-saving tool. If you're confused, I am more than willing to clarify any doubts.
Almost midnite, time to sleep. More to come soon...
Social Bookmarking
Flickr (see my Daily Zeitgeist) |
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| sunny island set in the sea |
[Mar. 5th, 2005|10:35 pm] |
Dear friends who read my blog entries through LJ,
(now that's a long greeting if I've ever heard one)
I have a blog about places to go and things to do in Singapore. The blog is called Sunny Island Set in the Sea (or should that be "SEA"?). It's aimed at Singaporeans. So bookmark it. Subscribe to the feed. Read it. And pass it on. =) Foreigners welcome to read, of course.
I update it around once a week. That's quite challenging for me - finding the time and energy to seek new places and activities, and to explore/do them.
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| kiwi |
[Feb. 28th, 2005|10:12 am] |
somehow, i am not surprised. =)
| You Belong in New Zealand |
Good on ya, mate
You're the best looking one of the bunch
Though you're often forgotten...
You're quite proud of who you are |
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| mini |
[Feb. 27th, 2005|02:01 am] |
she took me for a ride in her chilli red mini cooper s. =)
inside the mini cooper s: retro cool.
attention to detail: the controls mimic the mini logo. the switches below just beg to be flipped. |
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| bald |
[Feb. 15th, 2005|11:10 pm] |
yes, i'm shaved once again.
while opinion is divided as to whether i look better with or without hair, i have this to say: i look good either way.
hahaha... there's my ego trying to outdo my belly in the race to get bigger.
anyway, my boss was quite... well... he called me to his office for some work-related matter...
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boss: (pause. looks surprised, amused, shocked and curious all at once. perhaps, not in that order.)
me: (waits for boss to say something.)
boss: you... (trying to find words) what made you do this? is this the fashion now?
me: well, the weather's been hot and anyway, i had this hairstyle (if you can call it a hairstyle) when you interviewed me.
boss: not for ns or something like that?
me: no.
boss: (pause. still has a combination of opposing looks on his face, but overall, he actually looks amused.) don't people stare at you? don't people avoid you?
me: no, not really. (if they do, i don't notice.)
boss: (skeptical) this doesn't help with the women
me: (trying not to laugh) doesn't make a difference, actually.
boss: so you just went to the barber.... (pause) and you asked him to shave everything off?
me: (almost immediately) yes.
boss: (hesitant) and then you shave?
me: yes.
boss: (demonstrating how he shaves his facial stubble) with a razor?
me: yes.
boss: (looking amused and bemused, shakes his head)
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well, my supervisor says it reminds her of her baby boy when he was an infant because he had a bald, shiny head, just like mine now.
one of the other managers insists that i look better without hair. and that if he was a girl...
hahahah... i guess it does help with the ladies! =P
p.s. got a compliment about my writing by one of the bigshots at the ridge. =) |
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| life and death |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|04:03 pm] |
good news and bad news, both on the same morning.
congratulations, damian and jacinta, on the birth of your baby boy, jerome!
condolences to serene on her mum's passing. may perpertual light shine on her. |
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| munich |
[Feb. 6th, 2005|03:03 pm] |
Apologies, Damian. You'll never walk alone, but Jerome is born to be United.
Belfast Irish News
Feb 6, 1998
Death of a team, birth of a legend
Munich memories on anniversary of crash
THEY were on the point of ruling Europe. They possessed the talent to conquer the world.
Nothing seemed beyond the beguiling skills of the 'Busby Babes' as they pushed back the frontiers of British football and captured the hearts of a soccer-loving nation.
Two league championships were already safely gathered in, a European Cup semi-final was eagerly anticipated and their youth promised even greater achievements.
Then 40 years ago today, Matt Busby's wonderful Manchester United side perished in the freezing sleet and choking flames of the Munich air disaster.
It was the day a team died and a legend was born.
The names, for many, still conjure up memories of boyhood dreams - Roger Byrne and Geoff Bent, Eddie Colman and David Pegg, Mark Jones, Liam 'Billy' Whelan, Tommy Taylor and Duncan Edwards.
It is a remarkable tribute that, in many experts' eyes and despite their youth, they remain the best club team Britain has ever produced.
And looking around today's football scene, it is no surprise either that they have also taken on the glow of soccer sainthood.
For 'Busby's Babes' were untouched by the greed and avarice which sees stars not fit to lace Edwards' boots today demanding weekly pay packets which in 1958 would have bought the top player in the land.
They were unsullied by talk of drugs, agents and hooligans running onto the field to punch a linesman senseless.
It was an age when a bung was used by a brewer, a spice girl worked in a factory and satellite television was the stuff of science fiction.
Football was still a game rather than an industry, an adventure more than merely a way of amassing a lottery-sized fortune by hopping from club to club.
And yet its stars were the working-class heroes of millions - and none more so than the 'family' assembled at Old Trafford under Busby's paternal Scottish eye.
Many had grown up together in Manchester digs as apprentices, often supplementing their meagre earnings with second jobs or learning a trade.
Bobby Charlton worked at an engineering firm, Pegg was a draughtsman and Bent was a joiner.
They rode bicycles to the training ground, caught the bus or walked in long coat and trilby hat, often with a pipe fixed between their teeth.
One such man was strapping centre-half Jones, a bricklayer by trade, a Yorkshireman by birth and whose hobby was keeping budgerigars.
His passion for the birds, of which he had more than 50, was such that he once provoked Busby's wrath by turning up an hour late for the team coach, saying: "One of my budgies was ill and I'll not leave them for anything."
There was United captain Byrne, who crashed his Morris Minor by chance one night into the garden at Busby's home but who, by nature, was a careful and studious character.
At 28, he had already passed a series of examinations in physiotherapy as he prepared for the end of his career.
And there was Taylor, the best centre-forward in England, who had scored 112 goals in 168 matches for United.
A wonderful athlete, he was one of the most glamorous sportsmen in Britain.
Yet the day Busby signed him for a record #29,999 - he did not want to saddle him with the added pressure of the extra pound - Taylor arrived in Manchester carrying his boots under his arm wrapped in a brown paper bag.
His sister-in-law later found two books hidden away in his Manchester digs.
One was Teach Yourself Public Speaking, the other Teach Yourself Maths.
Both were testimony to the vulnerability, yet ambition, of one of soccer's greats.
But perhaps the most accurate barometer of the 'ordinary' lives of the 'Busby Babes' comes in the sturdy shape of big Bill Foulkes, the full back-central defender who for three seasons juggled life down a St Helens pit with training sessions for United.
He made #15 a week as a miner, only #11 playing football yet earned his sole England cap just hours after surfacing from a shift down the pit.
There is one quite remarkable story during Foulkes' National Service.
Confined to his Aldershot barracks for the weekend, it seemed Foulkes was out of United's important cup match at Birmingham - until the spirited 20-year-old, consumed by his footballing passion, went AWOL.
He packed his boots in a rucksack, clambered over a fence, yomped over three miles of muddy fields and thumbed a lift to Birmingham.
He arrived in full Army combat gear just as United's team coach was pulling into the car park, and describes the look on Busby's face as "staggered and bewildered".
"But he took me to one side immediately, and although he had already picked the team he said 'you're in'," says Foulkes.
Anyone who showed that commitment, he said, deserved a place in his side.
Imagine limousine-chauffered David Beckham or glamorous Ryan Giggs contemplating such a journey these days and you have a picture of what it meant to be a 'Busby Babe'.
It was amid an atmosphere of such dedication and camaraderie that 17 players from Manchester United boarded British European Airways Flight 609.
Their Elizabethan aircraft had landed in Munich amid plumes of spray for refuelling after leaving Belgrade, where United had drawn 3-3 with Red Star to secure their European Cup semi-final place.
Twice it attempted to take off, reaching full power before slewing to a halt on the slush-covered runway.
Captain James Thain returned to the terminal, where everyone disembarked and journalists on board telephoned their offices to relay the delay and prepare for a night in Munich.
Ten minutes later, and with passengers bewildered at how the fault could have been rectified so soon, everyone was summoned back to the aircraft.
Reporter Alf Clarke of the Evening Chronicle kept the plane waiting as he phoned some last-minute copy, and the air of apprehension grew as players nervously continued their card game in the middle of the plane.
Pegg got up and went to the back where Frank Swift, former Manchester City and England goalkeeper and then News of the World journalist, was cracking jokes to try and break the tension.
As the ill-fated plane careered down the runway for the third time, Johnny Berry trembled as he voiced the fear that they were all about to die and Whelan said: "If this is the end, I'm ready for it."
Meanwhile, Foulkes slipped down in his seat with his back to the cockpit and prayed.
"I was scared, we all were," recalls Foulkes. "Billy said he'd made his act of contrition, and then after a couple of big shudders everything was spinning."
Seconds later, the blossoming talent which Busby had nursed and nurtured into British soccer's brightest flower was cut down in its prime.
There was a scream from the cockpit as the plane shot over the end of the runway, crossed a road and hit a house.
The tail was torn off. The spinning fuselage hit a tree and rammed a petrol lorry which exploded, scattering burning debris over the desolate Bavarian field.
Then there was silence, a "quite eerie, penetrating silence" according to Foulkes, before Captain Thain ran down the side of the fuselage shouting for anyone conscious to run for their lives.
Foulkes - miraculously his only injury being a bump from a gin bottle which had fallen from the overhead rack - did, only to turn and sprint back 50 yards in his stockinged feet to join the heroes of that fateful afternoon.
Irish goalkeeper Harry Gregg risked his life to clamber back into the burning wreckage to rescue a baby.
He went back again for her mother and countless fellow passengers.
Peter Howard, a Daily Mail photographer, also repeatedly returned to pull out survivors.
The news reached Manchester and thousands crouched round their radios and queued for newspapers, tears in their eyes, heads shaking with disbelief at the enormity of the tragedy.
When dawn broke the next morning, the grim toll was almost too much to bear for a city numb with grief and quiet despair.
Colman and his best pal Pegg were dead. So were Taylor, Bent, Jones, Whelan and captain Byrne.
Three members of the United backroom staff were also killed along with eight British journalists, two crew and two passengers.
Busby was critical, remaining in the German hospital for 11 weeks.
And the whole of Britain, it seemed, willed him and incomparable Edwards to live.
For 15 desperate days, Edwards, only 21 and who had played for England at 18, clung to life.
Then he was gone because, it was written at the time, "the Gods loved him too much".
Johnny Berry and Northern Ireland international Jackie Blanchflower never played again because of their injuries, while Charlton went on to become English football's most famous ambassador.
Busby, consumed with guilt for defying the Football League and taking his young stars into Europe, apologised profusely to the victims' dependents.
Ten years later, with a team which included survivors Charlton and Foulkes, he went on to realise his European dream.
But perhaps the most poignant memory of this week, which sees a service at Manchester Cathedral today and a Premiership match against Bolton tomorrow kicking off at the same time, 3.15pm, as the crash, were the tender words of Edwards' 89-year-old mother Ann.
"I never told him I loved him," said Ann. "But I did. He was a lovely lad and now I wish I had."
Ann Edwards can take solace in the fact her remarkable son, along with the rest of the tragic 'Busby Babes', will be loved and remembered forever.
http://www.red11.org/munich |
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| luscious |
[Jan. 9th, 2005|04:19 pm] |
i have a good reason to tune in to radio:
lush fm 99.5
i have a good reason to watch discovery travel & living:
nigella
simply luscious.
will be wearing green for the next couple of weeks. see all of you when i'm back in civvies. |
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| lions |
[Jan. 3rd, 2005|01:47 am] |
the heavy rain which lasted two days made me abandon my plans to watch the second leg of the tiger cup semi-final at the national stadium.
well, almost.
i had planned to go with my colleagues, and we were waiting for the rain to ease up the entire day. by 1730 hrs, it hadn't. so, we decided to watch the game on tv.
the thing is, i wasn't home. i was at justin's place for lunch. spent the afternoon there since the rain kept on going like the energizer bunny. watched malaysian idol (downloaded from the net).
singapore idol contestants (no disrespect to taufik) are nowhere close to the malaysian idols that were in their top 30. i have a suggestion. since singapore idol is open to all nationalities, the malaysians who didn't get through there should come here next year. then there'll be some real quality instead of some ah beng loved-by-geenas wannabe that cannot sing. yes, sylvester, i'm talking about you.
anyway...
left justin's place around six. as i was in the train on the way from bedok, it seemed like the weather had cleared up. when the train got to kallang, i got off. it wasn't impulse. it wasn't a conscious decision either. hard to explain. oh well, since i got off at kallang, might as well watch the game, right?
it was surprisingly crowded. didn't help that the usual route was apparently closed. anyway, managed to get in when they played singapore's anthem. i felt a buzz that i've not felt since watching footy in melbourne.
the match. i will remember it for being absolutely ill-disciplined. the singapore fans and players are no angels but the myanmarese (err... myanmarians? myanmarites? what do you call someone from myanmar? it was so much easier when they were burmese.) were something else. the game descended into farce after one fracas late in the match left myanmar with eight players. this doesn't account for two people on their bench who were also sent off. one of those two threw a water bottle at subramani. it looked worse on tv than what i saw in real life.
on the other hand, tv downplayed the unruliness of the myanmar supporters. riot squad vehicles made their way into the national stadium as the crowd were making their way home. myanmar may have a half decent football team but their behaviour and discipline leave plenty to be desired.
then again, our fans were base, crude and racist. and awfully silent when they should be cheering singapore on from setbacks. oh well...
on balance, i'm glad i went. it was interactive entertainment for less than the price of a movie ticket. =)
now, i hope malaysia beat indonesia so that the cross-causeway teams can rekindle the malaysia cup rivalry... |
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| grandfather stories |
[Dec. 25th, 2004|10:56 pm] |
the pinto and de silva family history is shrouded in mystery. aging or deceased relatives, and fading or distorted memories lead to many dead ends.
both my grandfathers have long passed on, and with them, much of my families history and heritage. both didn't leave many clues about their past.
today, my aunty gwen helped shed some light on pinto family history. it was fascinating, what she could tell us. there are still many gaps in her story, but what she revealed only makes me wonder what those gaps contain and how to fill them.
my paternal grandfather passed away when i was in primary 2. that was 1985. he was totally blind by the time he passed on, and he was severely ill. i know that he did get to see me as a baby, and his eyesight progressively left him.
we used to visit my grandparents' toa payoh flat monthly. he'd sit in that chair of his, then feel the contours of my face, and 'measure' my height. that's almost the sum of my memory of the man.
i learnt a few things about him over the years, crumbs of information that amounted to mere
tidbits. he worked for the british army, and later for the ANZAC forces, a fact that only hit me fully after i started studying in australia. it is perhaps the reason i wanted to attend the ANZAC day memorial service so badly.
he had the option of re-rooting my family in the UK when they decided to abandon Singapore's defences in the 70s. he didn't because family and friends were all in singapore. this afternoon, my favourite uncle, gordon, said, "if we had gone to england, i'd have played for arsenal." *cough* *cough* (more because i can't stand the arse-s rather than doubting my uncle's footballing ability.)
he was a clerk and could type blind. all that was about all i knew about him.
today, some details were filled in. my family were technically british subjects even after independence. uncle gordon with another memorable anecdote, said that his teacher was trying to indoctrinate his class about singapore's multi-racial composition and that we are singaporeans. when asked who he was, he said he was a british subject, which was true according to his birth certificate. he was severely scolded for his truthfulness.
my grandfather also worked as a translator during world war two. so, he knew japanese, at very least. so much for my theory about how my family are mono-linguists. aunty gwen, who talked with my grandfather a lot when he was cogent, said that he came across as highly intelligent.
his father was an engineer, a big deal in those days. apparently, he worked on the railway that is now the basis of keretapi tanah melayu or KTM. yes, the tracks that the now outdated trains run on were engineered by my great-grandfather. the family was quite well off, with landed property. my great-grandmother had apparently squandered it all.
my grandfather had two sisters, both of whom none of my uncles nor aunties have seen. even if they have seen them, they have not crawled out of the woodwork for ages. he had step-siblings, as my great-grandmother remarried after my great-grandfather died. one of them died at sea. the other two, like his siblings have more or less vanished.
now, my grandfather's family was apparently from melaka. but he wasn't from the portuguese settlement. neither was my maternal grandfather, which is one of many parallels between the two men. but i digress...
for record's sake, my grandmother's side had some links from goa. and the surname 'frois' was bandied about, but i can't remember in what context.
it was an interesting christmas lunch. all this infomation makes me want to find out more about my family, and where they come from.
the short and simple answer would be portugal. but that's not the answer i'm looking for.
a happy and holy christmas to one and all! |
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| phone calls and meetings |
[Dec. 21st, 2004|12:02 am] |
michelle seetoh called me today. very pleasantly surprised that she called.
then i met yvonne cheng for lunch.
also called sarah wong. (surprise, surprise if you read this and you know her... she's coming back to singapore tomorrow!)
wished sarah lam a happy birthday and ended up having dessert at night with a few cosdu people.
wished deanna a happy birthday too.
adrian fann came back from his melbourne trip.
talked to adrian loo, who's in KL, last night. |
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| freeware = unlicensed software? |
[Dec. 8th, 2004|11:25 pm] |
it is unfortunate that certain narrow minded individuals cannot differentiate freeware and open source software from unlicensed, illegal and pirated software.
rather, the lack of differentiation is on purpose.
why can't open office be used at the ridge? because students should be using ms office.
makes me wonder if someone is getting money from the gates.
want to rant but it's late and i've got to finish up something before i sleep. |
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| dinner |
[Dec. 7th, 2004|10:47 pm] |
i had a good meal with a good friend today. it's been too long.
last night, i had a good chat on the phone with someone from - as my phone's caller display put it - out of town. also been too long.
lately there's a lot of talk of 'getting old' within my group of friends. on one hand, i'm inclined to gamely nod my head in agreement.
on the other hand - if we're old, then what about our parents? they must be ancient... ;P |
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| pay(less) day |
[Nov. 18th, 2004|10:01 pm] |
i was supposed to get my pay today.
the office of finance didn't process my bank account info in time to issue me pay this month.
so, i will get paid on 18th dec for the period oct 27 to dec 31.
two months and a bit worth of pay at one go - that's the bright side.
once again, i'm stuck without cash. =(
thought getting a permanent job would solve that problem... |
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| burnt and swallowed |
[Nov. 12th, 2004|07:34 pm] |
hands up those of you who have been to one place that've been burnt to the ground.
okay?
now hands up those of you who have been to two places that have been razed to their foundations.
i'm one of the latter. this morning, i woke up to find out that an indoor rock climbing place i went to a few times while i was in melbourne was totally destroyed in one of melbourne's biggest fires.
it's always a strange feeling to know that a place you've been to suddenly doesn't exist.
the other place - also in australia - that i've been to and was destroyed is mount stromlo observatory in canberra.
in other news, uob atm machine eats up my debit card (which is linked to my bank account). i knew the debit card would be terminated 31 oct. but i expected the atm function to work because i have no other card but the debit card. uob is, of course, still processing my new card and 'forgot' that i still need a functioning atm card to live.
the thing is, i'm going to kl for the weekend. all my cash is locked up in that one account. can't go to the bank to withdraw it tomorrow 'cos i'm leaving tonight. can't use an atm card to withdraw the cash from an atm machine in malaysia 'cos i don't have an atm card any more.
my parents have come to my rescue. in the mean time, my cash is floating in the nether land of the online transfer. monday being a holiday, the soonest i'll get to see my cash in good old POSB will be thursday.
*shrug*
still going to enjoy myself this weekend! =) |
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| work |
[Nov. 7th, 2004|12:04 pm] |
work is great!
first, a little background. i am the publications officer at the ctr for instructional technology. i'm in charge of editing and writing articles for the centre's quarterly online journal. i also conceptualize and update their various publicity materials. in the future, i'll be writing scripts for corporate videos too.
in other words, i'm a writer/editor/marketing & PR exec/web content developer/graphics design/admin person.
it's not as bad as it sounds. i enjoy the myriad of activities. right now, i'm involved in revamping the centre's website and creating some updated publicity materials for staff, students and visitors. my job allows me to exercise a range of skills, so it's challenging in that sense.
work hours are 0830 to 1800 daily, except for fridays when i can knock off at 1730. no pressure to stay late. i often come in before 0830 on most days, so i leave on the dot sometimes. so far, i have not had to take work home. and i definitely have not taken worries about work home. when i leave the office, i don't think about work until the next morning.
the work day goes by very fast. mornings, i am most productive. that surprises me. in the afternoon, i slow down a bit but the day still zooms by.
also, in the course of my work, i get to be in touch with and write about technology, particularly with respect to education. i love being in touch with the latest tech stuff, and the uni keeps itself up-to-date with the latest tech stuff. also, i love finding out about things in general, so it's great being in an institution of higher learning.
this week, i got to see some CAD applications at work. i also came across a lecturer's website with interesting information about astronomy and colour blindness. my biggest 'find' was this medical courseware that covered dealing with trauma in the ER. it was fun clicking through the course, even though i had no idea what some of the terms and procedures were.
i have two bosses. my direct supervisor is the centre's assistant manager. her boss, the centre's director, is my other boss. it took me a while to figure out how to work with two bosses. it's quite simple, really.
work to do with the centre (and the uni) comes from the director. work to do with the office comes from my supervisor. in terms of reporting, i keep my supervisor informed about all the things the director has requested me to do. any ideas i have, i run through with my supervisor before going to the director.
my supervisor is a jovial lady who makes the office more lively. she and the director are quite the opposite in terms of demeanour, so it's a good balance. the office is a place with high-walled cubicles, so interaction can be a bit limited. still, the colleagues who i've come into contact with are all friendly and helpful. overall, a very pleasant environment.
i haven't personalised my cubicle as the office will undergo renovations in late december. renovations will take about three months, so i will do it once we move back into the office.
being far from the city, i don't spend much during or after work. lunch is super cheap. i have plenty of lunch kakis besides my colleagues. former sji schoolmates: adrian and christopher, doing masters and phd respectively. jaslin and yvonne from the hainan trip and ngee ann respectively work relatively nearby. also, there's siblings of friends who are currently undergrads. and there's plenty of eye candy during lunch... especially at the arts and biz/law canteen... ;P
the down side to being far from the city is that transport is a killer. right now, it's not so bad because O and A levels are on, poly students are on holiday and uni students are having exams. my route - 156 and 151 - takes me past numerous schools, including my alma mater (sji, cjc and ngee ann poly). once all the students start packing the buses during semester, it'll be a different proposition. the other thing is the distance. i wake up before sunrise. i often get home after sunset.
all in all, i'm having a great time at work. =) |
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