Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Kudo's!

Finally, the hardest task of my current assignment is finished, which is printing the addresses of the all 10,000 (possibly more, I'm sure) High Schools and Primary Schools in all of Malaysia. Sabah and Sarawak included. After that, I'd peel each and every label and paste it on each and every envelope. Which I would eventually compile it in a 100 pieces of envelopes stash. After that, I'd insert the flyers of the product into each and every envelopes, sealing it in the end, and doing a recount before the mass mail out. Heil Hitler!

At the end of the day, I admit I enjoyed some parts of the process, for instance, pasting the labels and sealing the envelopes. Recounting them was a bitch, so was inserting the damn flyers. As I sit in of the pc, blasting the music through my tiny little earphones, I'd be inserting the flyers in all the envelopes, by the 100's and 1000's every single day for the past 2 weeks and 3 days.

It was as if I seeped into a trance while inserting them blasted flyers.

Surprisingly, and shockingly enough, it actually takes me 10 FREAKING minutes to insert the flyers into FIFTY envelopes. TEN GODDAMNED MINUTES. It only meant one thing though, that I'd be doing more of it, considering how many bloody 10 minutes I'll need to accomplish mailing out to the 10,000 (possibly more, I'm sure) schools, and of course, it meant that my work is getting lesser by every 10 fucking minutes.

Don't forget about the recount. Like I said, recount is a bitch. Not once recounting, not double, but just as I managed to recount till the last few envelopes of a state that has more than 800 Primary Schools alone!, one or two would be short and I'd have to recount the damn thing once again. Sometimes there'd be envelopes without the labels on it in the goddamned pile, completely sealed with the flyers in it. I guess it wants to join the club and get sent to some god damned state in Malaysia, who knows.

The results out of this nightmarish ordeal?

Back ache? Definitely. Good exercise? Maybe. A learning process? Fuck you.

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Interesting? Why wouldn't it be?

I hope my boss is now a happy clam that more than often, I was a one man show in the mailing out of the flyers. In my case, woman.

During the times that my colleagues helped, some of you who were willing, I deeply thank you very much for reducing my workload, even just a tinge, I was happy, really. Those of you who I approached for help, I thank you very much too and those whom I asked for help, but gave me cock excuses or ignored me completely, fuck you very much.

One more thing, I've been using the font Georgia, which is one of what you're reading now, for the addresses on the labels, and my eyes are smitten with it. It is comfy to my eyes now so I shall use it for this post and if I like it, in the fucking near future, this shall be the font you will see from now on.

KUDO'S to moi!

Monday, 3 August 2009

Hell Hath No Fury Like Me.

It isn't enough that somebody just had to ruin your career, but your life as well? What good does it do to that somebody anyway? How does it even benefit that no good donkey?

I wish I had an answer to that. Although I don't wreck my head thinking about the crude possibilites of the action but I had been doing some thinking.

- Certain people are jealous of me.

I think that is the truth. It is brutal, it hurts, but I am happy being conceited this way. [grins]

I am a professional in my field, people loves me for what I can do, and of course, people loves me for me [grins wider] be it smarts or beauty. I am 40% brutally honest, 58% evil, and 2% innocent.

Ermm...

Yes, the stats are right. I believe so myself. [colgate grin]

Ahaks.. I just love myself sometimes. Especially when I am over exerting my confidence this way. Confidence baybehhhh!

Alright fine, perhaps a little too much confidence. I'm less uglier than you, I am a little bit smarter than you, I am still 58% evil and fuck innocence. 2% wouldn't make any difference. So make that 60% evil. Happy?

But beware. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Even though you're a woman who has infuriated me in a way which you shouldn't have, and right now, I am that woman scorned.