Unemployed: Day 29
Man, this past week just flew by, didn't it? I'm so tired I can no longer move any part of my body apart from my fingers, so here I am.
On Wednesday, I had my first (informal) guitar lesson! My fingers are tingling again at the mere mention of it -- tingling from the pain, that is. X and her boyfriend (I refuse to assign anymore acronyms; from now on if I want to repeatedly refer to someone, I'm going to give them a nickname, like Mr Mogu -- it's less confusing for me, and (hopefully) funnier for you) came over to visit Amy! Before they came, I gave her her first bath. She didn't like the water, of course, and despite being less defiant than Rocky was during bath-time, it was still quite an adventure. I used to think that she was around the same size as Rocky, but it seems that she's quite a bit bigger! I think Rocky's fur gave the illusion that he was much larger than he actually was! If you've ever seen him wet, he really is just a giant rodent.
As I was saying, Amy's size and weight -- and also the fact that she insisted on edging herself as far away from the water hose as possible -- made it quite a task to scrub her thoroughly. She also decided that she would dig nails as deep as she could into the grooves between the patio tiles whenever I tried to turn her around. It was quite a workout, and by the time I was done with her, I had to go take a bath!
On Thursday, I had to take a psychometric test as part of an interview. Apparently the results were "rather unusual for a fresh grad" because it reflected a more "managerial" profile. So if anyone knows of any entry-level managerial position, I'll be free to meet with you next Monday through Wednesday.
I spent most of Friday, Saturday, and Sunday helping the parents out at a promotional event, which is the reason why my body is now on strike. But we did really well, and I'm really grateful. We almost finished all the stock that we'd brought, and we had many companies approach us for collaborations, so that was really really good.
We made a quick stop to see Baby Amber on Saturday morning before rushing off to work, and we packed up slightly earlier that evening so we could join the rest of the family in a sort of impromptu gathering at the hospital. :) Afterwards, my cousin and aunt came over to see Amy! My cousin came back a couple of weeks ago on a company posting (she'll be here for six months), but I've been having my hands full with Amy and a couple of interviews, so I haven't had the time to meet up with her. We played with Amy for a bit, had supper (typical hawker-fare, which returning family members always seem to crave), then went to tour my cousin's new apartment. By the time we got home, it was past midnight; I don't remember anything that happened between then and waking up for church.
So that was my week. How was yours? :)
***
X: "Can I come over and visit Amy?!"
Me: "Sure!"
X: "Oh, wait. But I'm having my period, will she be okay with that?"
Me: "???"
She's a dog, not a shark. She's not going to chew off your arm just because she smells blood.
(For the record, X survived.)
On Wednesday, I had my first (informal) guitar lesson! My fingers are tingling again at the mere mention of it -- tingling from the pain, that is. X and her boyfriend (I refuse to assign anymore acronyms; from now on if I want to repeatedly refer to someone, I'm going to give them a nickname, like Mr Mogu -- it's less confusing for me, and (hopefully) funnier for you) came over to visit Amy! Before they came, I gave her her first bath. She didn't like the water, of course, and despite being less defiant than Rocky was during bath-time, it was still quite an adventure. I used to think that she was around the same size as Rocky, but it seems that she's quite a bit bigger! I think Rocky's fur gave the illusion that he was much larger than he actually was! If you've ever seen him wet, he really is just a giant rodent.
As I was saying, Amy's size and weight -- and also the fact that she insisted on edging herself as far away from the water hose as possible -- made it quite a task to scrub her thoroughly. She also decided that she would dig nails as deep as she could into the grooves between the patio tiles whenever I tried to turn her around. It was quite a workout, and by the time I was done with her, I had to go take a bath!
On Thursday, I had to take a psychometric test as part of an interview. Apparently the results were "rather unusual for a fresh grad" because it reflected a more "managerial" profile. So if anyone knows of any entry-level managerial position, I'll be free to meet with you next Monday through Wednesday.
I spent most of Friday, Saturday, and Sunday helping the parents out at a promotional event, which is the reason why my body is now on strike. But we did really well, and I'm really grateful. We almost finished all the stock that we'd brought, and we had many companies approach us for collaborations, so that was really really good.
We made a quick stop to see Baby Amber on Saturday morning before rushing off to work, and we packed up slightly earlier that evening so we could join the rest of the family in a sort of impromptu gathering at the hospital. :) Afterwards, my cousin and aunt came over to see Amy! My cousin came back a couple of weeks ago on a company posting (she'll be here for six months), but I've been having my hands full with Amy and a couple of interviews, so I haven't had the time to meet up with her. We played with Amy for a bit, had supper (typical hawker-fare, which returning family members always seem to crave), then went to tour my cousin's new apartment. By the time we got home, it was past midnight; I don't remember anything that happened between then and waking up for church.
So that was my week. How was yours? :)
***
X: "Can I come over and visit Amy?!"
Me: "Sure!"
X: "Oh, wait. But I'm having my period, will she be okay with that?"
Me: "???"
She's a dog, not a shark. She's not going to chew off your arm just because she smells blood.
(For the record, X survived.)
posted by Laughingcow at 10:45 pm
5 Comments:
man, ure friends are hilarious...
argggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh
i can't believe u blogged that!!!!
X
Woof!: I'm pretty sure there's more, but I can't remember them all. ;)
X: Oops. :) (Aren't you glad I don't use real names?)
What has periods got to do with visiting dogs? It's amazing how many pantang things I have learnt recently! - D W
Haha, she isn't being pantang lah. She heard that dogs have a keen sense of smell (which they do), so she was afraid that it would have some adverse effect on Amy, I guess. :)
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