How long can I tolerate this **** -- Episode 1
It was 2pm by the time we came back from lunch. We went out at 1250pm, so we took 1 hour and 10 minutes, which was much longer than the official 45-minute lunch "hour". [FYI, my longer-than-usual working hours would cover that extra time taken, much more than necessary] She was fuming mad, probably even more on seeing that we were all armed with Gong Cha, thinking that we must be enjoying lunch while she continued with her solitude stress at her desk.
"CHENG HYORK, I WANT TO SEE THE BILLING ISSUES NOW." She spoke with a stern expression. We could all guess that her blood was boiling because of our 70-minute lunch. Thankfully, I've got that document prepared before lunch. With confidence, I said "Ok" and proceeded to print the document.
She didn't manage to catch me being unprepared with the document. But, that anger build-up must go somewhere, right? So she decided to find fault with the document.
"I TOLD YOU. I WANTED THE MONTHS TO BE IN COLUMNS. AND I WANTED THE REMARKS TO BE AT THE RIGHT. WHAT IS THIS, HOW AM I GOING TO READ?"
"But it's really easier for you to read in this way."
"IT'S EASY FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE THE ONE DOING IT. AND LINES! YOU COULD HAVE PUT IN THE LINES BETWEEN EACH POINT."
I really, really, really couldn't imagine her raising her voice at me over lines/columns on an Excel sheet?! Guess what, she then picked up her pencil, and drew multiple lines across the document, to show me what is meant by "drawing lines", but ultimately just a disguise to destroy my work by striking off the work with ugly lines across the paper.
With that, she let off some steam, but I could feel myself inhaling a deep breath, in anger. I didn't take a long time to prepare that document, but I found it ridiculous.
Tolerance, yes I know. I have a stomach for it. But there's definitely a limit to it.
人生是黑白的.
11:54 PM <3
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