Slightly peeved and reluctant to blog because I’m hatin’ on the judgmental people who have nothing better to do than to point fingers and laugh at how retarded my words sound. How I wish these people were imaginary, or at least out of my peripheral vision for once.
Day one at work!
0715 – Clock in with Audrey after hitching a ride from Mr & Mrs. Tay. 
Nothing spectacular there. We were bored brainless for a good 15 minutes because the staff was less than organized in work distribution. We had one lady dashing across rooms, looking for people, signatures, pens and whatnot; the rest of the staff were absent, physically and/or mentally.
0800 – (Shady) Briefing begins.
When the Busy Lady finally had time to tend to our petty needs (petty being, needing the required legal documents for them to officially hire us), we were already seated in a mini cubicle that was reserved for Teaching Assistants. We were told that our main duty is to help the Head of Departments with certain duties, including but not limited to, clerical work, administration tasks etc. (In other words, BAO KA LIAO lah.) If there any teachers that are absent, we might be required to stand in their positions and takeover classes. She did mutter something about the pay being lower than what we expected but we didn’t really get to that part on a conclusive note.
0815 – We try to keep our spirits up!
Some of the teachers came up to our cubicle and actually introduced themselves, which was nice of them, I guess. So small, menial tasks began to fly in our direction – Audrey was directed upstairs to help out with some book sorting, whilst I was tasked with a typing job. The little things we did hardly made a difference on the grand scheme of things, but someone’s gotta be at the bottom of the food chain. We’ve hit rock bottom – I even heard the thumping sound on the way down.
1115 – Hmm..
Were told that Audrey and I weren’t allowed to have lunch together. They needed at least one TA there at all times.
1200 – Audrey drops by the (hell) hole for a visit!
I could feel my brain deliberating shutting off on me as I repeated tapped on the Ctrl + C and Ctrl + V buttons on my keypad. It’s trying to tell me, “Call me when you have something even remotely interesting. This, you don’t need me for.” Audrey dropped by, telling me she was heading for lunch.
1225 – LUNCH!
We’re not paid during lunch hours (DUH!) Well, I suppose then lucky for us, we’re only allowed to lunch for half an hour. -_- Had the cheapest lunch, EVER. 1 Dollar for a regular sized bowl of Prawn Noodles & 1.30 for fresh fruit juice. That totals up to 2.30 per MEAL! That’s possible the cheapest meal I’ve EVER had in Singapore!
When we were both heading out of the office to help a teacher run an errand, Audrey and I saw this little girl pulling a Spiderman on the staircase leading to the hall. That was when the message hit home – I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be in a primary school, or a teaching position considering my complete lack of affinity with children. Shut up, I know I’m not maternal but whatever. It’s not that I dislike them; there’s just no connection. I don’t know how to talk to them! Audrey, however, is talented with kids. She’s patient, imaginative enough to follow with their wacky schemes (or at least bothers to pretend that she’s following).
The never-say-die spirit’s not looking to hot right now.
1345 – Logged on to FB from the school comp.
I can’t take the school’s-off bell. Kiddies are on the way home; 3 hours to go for me. So far, the most interesting thing I’ve done is help tabulate survey results.
1445 – Still hanging around with nothing to do because all the teachers are in a meeting.
Twitter time! Oh well, doesn’t seem like anyone’s on anyway. Discovered foursquare.com though! Cool stuff. More people should be on it. Click.
1500 – AUDREY’S DONE WITH HER JOBS UPSTAIRS! YAY.
… but what now?
1505 – Teachers are out of meeting.
Shit. Facebook. Logout. LAG. WTF. SHUTDOWN.
Ohmailord.
Okay. Off to kill a dozen trees now so that children can have art lessons. Good stuff. Heading off to the printing room learn the ways of the copy machine. Audrey crowned me ‘dumb shit’ for the day because I pressed the buttons wrongly twice. It wasn’t even that fatal a mistake! 
1705 – Concluding a day’s work.
We took the extra copies home. God knows why.
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Some interesting things I learnt at work though!:
1) Either
- a) Guantanamo has a lot of Ang Moh kids or
- b) A lot of non-caucasian kids have caucasian sounding names or
- c) Parents nowadays just want to show off their creativity when it comes to spelling names.
E.g. Toshiro Alberqueque *something (WINNER OF THE DAY LAH OMG), Preston Blake Jr. (didn’t know there were people who still did the Jr. thing!), Brian Vesteeg (super cute fella wrote his name as ‘Brain’ on both forms instead. Hahaha!)
*Special mention! There was a Zaki in school; I have no clue what he looks/sounds like because all I did was process his Edusave form, but I thought of Dzaki and how he ssays that there’s a difference in meaning because of the spelling. Wonder what Zaki means then. D:
I’m tired.Getting up at 6 is tiring.
.. this is completely irrelevant but I’ve been thinking about this for some time, and I don’t think I believe in ‘The One’. I believe that there are many people who can make you feel like you’re in love but to consider the possibility of having one single soul mate you’re destined to be with is just ludicrous. It’d be almost impossible to find this one person unless you have really uncanny luck – and come on, lets face it. Nobody’s that lucky. AND, what if that One person actually dies before you find them! It’s highly plausible. Does that mean that you’re doomed to wander the rest of your time on Earth, settling for less than perfection? (LOL. Okay fine, I see the flaw in my argument here.) But all I’m saying is that it’s statistically impossible to obtain happiness by relying on searching for The One.
I’ll never forget how amazingly lucky I am to have them in my life. They make fact #3 perceivably less true sometimes.
