Posted in grousings , workaholic
For all peeps who are living on this little sunny island (aka The Little Red Dot to some), the heat has been somewhat turned up a few notches. Usually I wear a light cotton outer wear over my tank top, even on the warmest day. But I abandoned that and went, "Heck! I'll dress like a slutty Ah Lian!" It was too damn hot to think straight.
I saw stars just the other day, after stepping out of my office for a short while to get a drink from 7-11. Then the rest of the day is marred by an awful headache and stuffy nose. I thought I was going to die. The air in my room became so stuffy and humid I could hardly breathe through my nose alone anymore. I thought I had fever and was about to go see a doctor (you know, the recent H1N1 scared the shit outta me). I walked by my colleague's room and wtf!! I realised it's not me who's sick but my room's a/c! It was spewing warm air all this time!
You see... my company occupies two levels of a shophouse. I share a open-door room with one colleague (who is absent for a business trip). The management takes another room across the hall. The receptionist and accountant, each takes on corner of the first level. All rooms have an individual air-con unit. Every one of them works, except mine. So for days, I've been plagued with warm air spewing from the air-con unit in my room. I kid you not. If it is snowing out there, I'd gladly welcome the a/c taking on a heater's job. But no, it's farking 34 degrees out there.
Anyway I made my case known to the rest like, "Hey, you know the a/c in my room. It's really not working well. I'm having a headache from the heat already,"
All I got was a raise in the eyebrows and slient response (if slience is even responding). Or maybe there was no motion on the facial at all; it could be just the stars I was seeing. Not one colleague bothered to come into my room to check. Instead, one of them complained about her room's a/c 'also not working well'. For the record - the temperature in her room could chill a lemonade while mine can cook an egg.
Some guy came to service the aircon today. But it's still spewing warm air at my face. It got worse by 2pm. By then, I had enough - turned off the a/c and threw open the windows instead. The sun can shine its arse at my face. But it's better than breathing like an asthmatic patient in a warm stuffy unventilated room. I casually mentioned the failed servicing to my colleague and I feel like an idiot speaking to the cow. You get the drift. I feel like a fool. Like a spoiled pampered princess making a big fuss outta nothing.
But seriously I'm surprised that when The Colleagues passed through my room to get to the copier, none of them responded to the heat. While the rest sits comfortable in their chilled little rooms, I am feeling the heat like a Banglala working under the hot sun. In short, I feel like shit.
I wished there are alternatives, like an electric fan or something. But no. I only have a I took a day off yesterday because I couldn't take the heat and there is really no point turning up at work. My home's a/c could do so much better. Working from home makes more sense. I explained my case to The HR and all I got was - 'please subject your leave form to xxx'.
Right. So what is transcended here - I am expected to turn up for work, rain or shine. Anything else is my own business?
Nobody credits me when I work late every night or burn my weekends off. Instead I am being scrutinized for walking through the entrance at 10 minutes late and penalised for not continuing to work in an less-than-fit environment which is supposedly the company's responsibility. I don't expect to be handed out lollipops for the extra effort. But really? asking me to fill out the leave form is... damn uncool.
So here's my plan. Since it's too cumbersome to unplug my desktop and shift the entire shit to an air-conditioned room, I will bring my personal laptop tomorrow instead. I will switch on my rusty old laptop and have a cuppa ice cold latte while waiting for it to start-up. It's either FIX THE A/C or wait three hours for my report.
I saw stars just the other day, after stepping out of my office for a short while to get a drink from 7-11. Then the rest of the day is marred by an awful headache and stuffy nose. I thought I was going to die. The air in my room became so stuffy and humid I could hardly breathe through my nose alone anymore. I thought I had fever and was about to go see a doctor (you know, the recent H1N1 scared the shit outta me). I walked by my colleague's room and wtf!! I realised it's not me who's sick but my room's a/c! It was spewing warm air all this time!
You see... my company occupies two levels of a shophouse. I share a open-door room with one colleague (who is absent for a business trip). The management takes another room across the hall. The receptionist and accountant, each takes on corner of the first level. All rooms have an individual air-con unit. Every one of them works, except mine. So for days, I've been plagued with warm air spewing from the air-con unit in my room. I kid you not. If it is snowing out there, I'd gladly welcome the a/c taking on a heater's job. But no, it's farking 34 degrees out there.
Anyway I made my case known to the rest like, "Hey, you know the a/c in my room. It's really not working well. I'm having a headache from the heat already,"
All I got was a raise in the eyebrows and slient response (if slience is even responding). Or maybe there was no motion on the facial at all; it could be just the stars I was seeing. Not one colleague bothered to come into my room to check. Instead, one of them complained about her room's a/c 'also not working well'. For the record - the temperature in her room could chill a lemonade while mine can cook an egg.
Some guy came to service the aircon today. But it's still spewing warm air at my face. It got worse by 2pm. By then, I had enough - turned off the a/c and threw open the windows instead. The sun can shine its arse at my face. But it's better than breathing like an asthmatic patient in a warm stuffy unventilated room. I casually mentioned the failed servicing to my colleague and I feel like an idiot speaking to the cow. You get the drift. I feel like a fool. Like a spoiled pampered princess making a big fuss outta nothing.
But seriously I'm surprised that when The Colleagues passed through my room to get to the copier, none of them responded to the heat. While the rest sits comfortable in their chilled little rooms, I am feeling the heat like a Banglala working under the hot sun. In short, I feel like shit.
I wished there are alternatives, like an electric fan or something. But no. I only have a I took a day off yesterday because I couldn't take the heat and there is really no point turning up at work. My home's a/c could do so much better. Working from home makes more sense. I explained my case to The HR and all I got was - 'please subject your leave form to xxx'.
Right. So what is transcended here - I am expected to turn up for work, rain or shine. Anything else is my own business?
Nobody credits me when I work late every night or burn my weekends off. Instead I am being scrutinized for walking through the entrance at 10 minutes late and penalised for not continuing to work in an less-than-fit environment which is supposedly the company's responsibility. I don't expect to be handed out lollipops for the extra effort. But really? asking me to fill out the leave form is... damn uncool.
So here's my plan. Since it's too cumbersome to unplug my desktop and shift the entire shit to an air-conditioned room, I will bring my personal laptop tomorrow instead. I will switch on my rusty old laptop and have a cuppa ice cold latte while waiting for it to start-up. It's either FIX THE A/C or wait three hours for my report.
I bet the Bangladeshi workers don't mind the heat. :P
which is really my point here too.. but i mind! =(
Erm, banglala? You mean, bangala? :)
The heat has goten to me head. I can't evan spill rlight.