I despised the arrival of Sunday evening - or even Sunday morning, for that matter. Once again, I'd brace myself for another five days of early mornings, unexpected demands, and risks to bladder infection.
And truthfully, it should be more appalling that these thoughts come not out of a consciousness, but rather a narrow mindset of reluctance to alter one's existing ways for the greater good of the working team, and the conclusive benefit of society.
I considered my response thoughtfully before responding: "Doing things beyond the project scope."
- Structuring a spreadsheet from scratch on a constrained timeline, then being instructed to downgrade to manual entry with manually colour-coded cells, manually inserted equations, misaligned formulas, and a plethora of merged cells.
- Receiving criticism for the aforementioned bettered spreadsheet and being told to "dumb it down", in spite of the data tracking device to be more efficient at meeting the objectives of end-of-month payment needs
- Reprimanded for "neglecting my other duties" without even bothering to confirm that the act of neglect had taken place
- Dealing with resident backlash for inquiries and aspects beyond the jurisdiction of the third-party inspector, inclusive of threatening behaviour ("Don't lie to me! I hate it when people lie to me! I WILL FIND YOU!")
Pragmatic is my general approach to all things work and life. Regrettably, the same simply cannot be said about others, for the atrocious amount of attention to trivial matters in the mere 22 days of my project assignment is all too evident.
There were alternate options to prevent my delayed departure, and I proceeded to explore each and every one of them. In the face of a pricier pick-up option and even pricier cancellation fee, I took to messaging the driver, looking for an opportunity to intercept him along the way to the freeway exit.
He didn't respond, and proceeded to drive up in his creaking, peeling vehicle without remorse, one hand on the wheel and the other pinching a cigarette between his index and middle finger.
Despite attempts to combat unwellness with rest, I awoke to nausea, weakness, and subtle faintness. The symptoms are not unfamiliar to me, for they tend to arise after eating items of extreme oiliness and failing to purge then from my system. I made it to the site without issues, though shaky legs and inkling to vomit had me re-evaluating whether I would survive the day. Eventually, I headed home around the lunch hour mark, but not before an intensely 長氣 call with a scatterbrained member of the client team.
Admittedly, the cakes were a bit...pasty (?) for my liking, and totally unlike the scrumptious, buttery squares from Ximending.