Marooned

From a large sea-worthy vessel capable of weathering any storm, I marooned myself on a lonely island. Away from the raging dark, rippled surface of the ocean with mighty swells that lash at the hull. Over here, the water is calm and clear. I can see my feet right through the water. Life is pleasant and carefree. There's an abundance of resources to last me for some time; coconuts growing on the trees fringing the beach and fish swimming in the shallows.

Alas, my time here in paradise will run out once my resources run dry. There's only so much that the island can support me without working the earth and sowing the seeds. Even the bountiful shores aren't spared and I will be forced to venture into deeper waters to fish.

Farewell trolls!!!

It's now the merry month of May and this is a long overdue update on what's been going on in my jaded little accountant life:

30 April was a day I was looking forward to as it was my final day at work. After 7 long, torturing months in this hellish workplace, it was finally my turn to redeem my life as a free spirit. Free from the chains that bound me to my desk 5 days a week, sometimes even 7 for more than 8 hours a day. I do not have anything nice to say or remember about this place; only seething hatred towards the entire system which is a failure. As a well-known multinational employer, you do acknowledge the fact of extremely high employee turnover but do nothing to address the problem. It's a vicious, endless cycle that will always bite you in the back. I did not pen the 'customary' final email that most resignees write, nor did I go around bidding farewell to each and every member of the team. Instead, I departed silently with my goodbyes and handshakes reserved only for those closest to me and with whom I enjoyed a great working relationship. I will miss my lunch buddies - all 3 of them. We went through a lot and shared our ups and downs together. We were also an awfully crazy lot always on the prowl for lots of fun and great food. But in life, we need to move on. Sweet memories of our lunches will always be cherished forever. And as for my working experience here, I can say that it has opened up an entirely new perspective of working in this industry and all I can say is that I will NEVER return.

 

1 month to go...

It's my final month here in this dungeon - in the office that never sleeps. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. I'm so glad to be leaving this nightmare behind. I need some time to recuperate from this ordeal. I feel weary and stretched.

Delinquent with a capital "D"

I come in late, I don't immediately respond to emails and instant messages. I only choose to work on what I feel comfortable with. Deadlines and a sense of urgency have lost their importance to me. Nobody can boss me around here. Give me a piece of work that I can't handle and I'll throw it back at you. I take long lunch breaks and sporadically tip-toe away to run my own errands. I do not attend compulsory company events, nor do I attend meetings and training sessions as scheduled. Yes, I have become every bosses' nightmare - a delinquent employee. I don't want to be here anymore. I need to get out. Fast!!!

Mid-week rant

I feel utterly miserable at work. I'm into my sixth month already but I just cannot cope. Suddenly, everything is due on the same date and I just don't know how to do anything at all. I feel like everything that's asked of me is an impossible task. This stinking job here is way beyond my threshold for the unknown. I'll rate it as 10% known, 90% unknown. Now, can someone just tell me how am I supposed to do my work if I don't know how to do 90% of it? Why the heck did I even get hired? Oh, I remember now: to replace the employee who left on short notice after working here for about 5 months only. She probaby couldn't handle all this endless shit hurled at her. And now I'm afraid that I too am facing the exact same situation. I really ought to have just resigned last month to save myself from drowning in all this mess.  

The jaded accountant's new clothes

I really do love shopping. It's the exhilarating sensation I get when I walk into a shop and exit with a shopping bag in hand. Especially if it's a large shopping bag.

Recently, I made some significant purchases (significant by my standards, that is!). I have been regularly checking GAP's website for the season's latest releases and even more frequently monitoring their stores for new arrivals. There is this one pair of GAP slim fit tailored khakis in deep cobalt that I have been eyeing since I first saw it online. The moment I saw it, I knew I had to own a pair. I have an affinity for the colour blue. I love the attention I receive when I stroll around in my new khakis. In fact, I even received a compliment from a co-worker, who said "Hey, nice pants!"

I have also been looking out for a new pair of leather shoes to replace my current pair which is more than 2 years old. It has served its purpose well as its soles are now quite worn out and pose a hazard on slippery, wet surfaces. By collecting loyalty stamps over the course of 3 months while dining at Isetan's Eat Paradise, I managed to redeem enough shopping vouchers to enjoy a 20 per cent discount off my new pair of Clarks shoes. Rather than going for the safe, standard, formal black, I decided to lighten up my soles with a pair of Ginsberg Band in walnut leather as various shades of brown seem to be all the rage in office wear these days. I adore the contrast when I pair them with my blue khakis to make a fashion statement.

The next ordeal

In September last year, I rather reluctantly accepted my current job. To make life more bearable, I told myself I'll just give it a go for a couple of months since the money was good. From one month, it became three months. Then four, five and now I'm in my sixth month, and possibly extending it to my seventh. This is not to say that I am loving every moment of it here; in fact, I was so ready to call it quits in my fourth month after going through eleven days of working round the clock for the year end accounting close. I have been living each month as it comes as if it's my final month at work. When there are reports due and extemely tight deadlines to meet, the only way to meet work demands is to work overtime without any additional compensation for the extra hours apart from a meal allowance. Staying back past twelve o' clock midnight is not uncommon at my current workplace. Apart from the comfortable pay cheque, the thought of throwing in the towel and leaving this wretched work culture behind me keeps me going each day. I have been discussing my impending resignation with my immediate supervisor since the start of the year. I extended it from February to March. Naturally, the company wishes that I will stay longer. Given the never-ending nature of work and the peak starting next week and lasting for approximately one month, I've decided to finish off what I started here. I will need a tremendous amount of support to get me through this next ordeal...