No time to blog, no strength of concentration.

I'm just getting a kick outta seeing a new post come up here, even if it's a really mundane, silly one as "No time to blog, no strength of concentration".

P.S. and whatever does "no strength of concentration" mean anyway?

I think my English's screwed up after such a long hiatus of penning down me thoughts.

Ignore me.

I'm on mighty cranky, pms-y mood.

I'm just cranky 'cos this moron from my company just quit abruptly last week by tendering his resignation on Thursday and leaving promptly the day after, on Friday.

This guy's a fresh grad like me, only difference is, he's got First-Class Hons from NTU Biz.

And the reason why he's quitting?

'Cos Deutsche Bank had offered him some dubious "Analyst" job, and gave him a salary of $4k over.

THAT'S MORE THAN 4000 BUCKAROOS.

That's at least a 75% increment of his current salary (which was $2.7k).

For a fresh grad with like what, 4 months of work experience?

Am I freaking jealous or am I freaking jealous?

No prizes for guessing the right answer.

And I wouldn't be complaining, ordinarily, if I had felt with all of my heart, soul, my entire being (!), that this guy deserved that amount of cash each month.

no No NO.

From his stint with us, I feel that he doesn't even deserve a salary of anything more than $3k (and the only reason for that is because he has that blawdy First-Class Hons, nothing else).

Whatever the hell are the good souls at Deutsche Bank thinking??!!!

If they wanna play the Good Samaritan, and be mighty charitable with their moolah, they can just contact me at my mobile and I'll give them my bank account number pronto. UOB account number, no less.

Am I loyal to my bank or what?

ho ho ho.

Someone just whack me hard across the head, I can't take this any longer.

I can't take injustice of any sorts; it simply destabilizes me, throws me off-balance, off-guard, messes with my whole world view, and basically, does nothing short of screwing up my internal system.

ARGH ARGH ARGH.

Here it comes.

WHY AM I STRUGGLING WITH A MEASLY, MINUSCULE, NOT-WORTH-MENTIONING PAY OF $2.2K PER MONTH WHEN SOME OTHER HALF-SLOB, ARROGANT, LAZY IDIOT IS EARNING MORE THAN TWICE MY PAY???!!!!!

AND WHY AM I STUCK IN THIS JOB THAT GIVES ME PAPER CUTS AND SORE ARMS LIKE I'VE BEEN DOING SO MUCH MANUAL LABOUR WHEN IN FACT ALL I'VE BEEN DOING IS OPENING COUNTLESS ENVELOPES OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES YOU WOULDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT THEY EXIST IN THE FIRST PLACE WHEN I CAN BE DOING SOMETHING MUCH MORE MEANINGFUL LIKE DEFENDING AN INNOCENT MAN'S RIGHTS IN THE LEGAL COURT OR SAVING A POOR DYING MAN'S LIFE BY PERFORMING THE ULTIMATE STYLE-OF-THE-ART SURGERY OF ALL TIMES??!!!

WHY WHY WHY???!!!!

Phew. That was tiring.

If you bothered to read up to this point, congratulations, my friend.

You have just witnessed the longest rant that yours truly has made in a single breath to date.

*Applause all around*

And shite.

I just remembered something.

A few people from work could jolly well be reading this.

If that's the case, let me just state that the author shall not be held liable for any words, comments, rants, complaints, insinuations, instigations, assumptions, etc (basically the whole damn blog), that she has/ will make in this space from henceforth. Amen.