Last week was quite a challenging week. I thought I would be in my most jovial mood as I would be relaxing in office since my boss is away.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.
Apart from running around again like a headless chicken because things cropped up last minute, an ex Boss called up asking for favours.
She has been calling me almost every other week asking me for things which I had grown feeling a little annoyed and abused.
Ex Boss: Hi, morning. Are you free?
Me: Morning (Shit. What does she wants now??)
Ex Boss: You are free to talk?
Me: I am okay coz my boss is not in mah. (Big mistake!!!!)
Ex Boss: Then ah, can you please help me to check with your friends, how to incorporate a foundation or yayasan? Company limited by guarantee?
Me: @#$%^&* (In my heart)
Ex Boss: Hello??
Me: Err… I don’t think my other ex colleagues did this thing before. Maybe you should check direct with the Companies Commission website.
Ex Boss: Aiyah… since you are so free, can you please get for me the info??
Me: @#$%^&*. I will try but no promises.
Ex Boss: Well, if I ask you for favours, you have everything to gain also. At least you have something new to learn.
Me: YA RIGHT. (In my heart)
Ex Boss: I am still looking for a new job lah. I can’t stand it here.
Me: Then, move on lah. Get yourself registered in jobstreet or jobsDB. I am sure there are lotsa jobs out there for people with good qualifications like you. (AND yeah right– I have to work for you even when I am no longer reporting to you! @#$%^&*)
Ex Boss: Yeah. You are so resourceful. My mom said, ask the fei poh (Cantonese: fatty and she was referring to me) to get me a new job. Ha ha ha!
Come on. Something is very wrong here.
You are asking me for a favor and you call me FEI POR? No doubt, I am someone who could laugh at my own insecurities and inadequacy, that doesn’t mean that you could do the same. Fat people have feelings too.
After 5 minutes browsing on the internet on the companies commission website, I e-mailed her 25 pages of guidelines to incorporate a company limited by guarantee. Sometimes I don’t understand at this age, some people are still plain ignorant that internet could do wonders.
There won’t be a next time. I swear.
This morning, right after I drafted this, she called again. Speak of the devil.
As soon as I heard her voice, I said, “I AM NOT FREE!” and ended the conversation abruptly.