Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Office work

Okay, apparently my company doesn't operate early in the morning as opposed to Biopolis, which is like just 5 mins away. At Biopolis, the land of innovation and discovery in the field of Life Sciences, work starts at around 8.45am. On my side, I was told 9.30am to 10am would be okay to come in. So I reached at slightly before 9.30am(mis-timed a bit) and had to wait about 20mins before the first soul came in. Note to self: Make sure to reach after 9.45am. What comes next is yes, our favourite section of the post: The 10 things I did today! Hooray!

10 things I did today
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1. Arrived at office too early.

2. Read some magazines before starting to search for hospitals in the region(again. Why couldn't Clement finish up more >_< lol)

3. Then got asked by Wilmer to put magazines into the enevelopes, and then asked me to prepare more after I'm done with that.

4. Went for lunch.

5. Started on the letters again.

6. Started to search for hospital training departments for Anaesthesists with the mention from Boss.

7. Mace gave me additional work in the form of typing out clinic addresses.

8. I'm running out of things to write, so this slot is reserved for toilet break :)

9. Um, toilet break?

10. Left office with some free stuff to bring home.

The ride home was the exact opposite from the ride to work. The ride to work was spacious even, with seats for me to sit on the train and bus, which the bus had only 5 people on board from Buona Vista.

The ride back, is pure hell. Bodies crammed into metal tin cans with plenty of B.O. The guy behind me seemed to be emanating such an odour, and I was barely able to keep myself from gagging. Found an air pocket with fresh(er) air to keep the heart pumping. Damn I hate those with B.O. Doors should have a sensor to detect those with B.O. and quarantine them into a seperate container so that they can get a taste of what it's like to inhale other people's B.O.

Maybe they could get really, really irritating, pieces-of-shit, smooth-talking-asshole sales people in gas masks or on oxygen tanks to try to push their products which would be deodourant, to them for the whole duration.

Salesperson: *From behind gas mask* I see you're in this special cabin! This means you have B.O! Give me 5 mins, 5 mins only! Come I show you this new deodourant, very good one! Huh? You don't have B.O.? Then where are you here? Aiyah don't bluff me la, come I show you very good one... *repeats until person gets off bus*

I'm sure this will serve to be a solution(both B.O. and the sales targets of the sales people)

On the MRT was slightly better, no B.O. (or rather, at tolerant levels.) But in the morning 3 guys happened to be standing upstream of me. Upstream as in not upstream of the gene, but smiliar. Being upstream in an MRT means being nearer to the head of the train and your current location. This position results in the airflow that picks up everything and you end up breathing it in. Particularly refers to odour. The 3 guys seemed to smell of a combination of shit, oil and whatnot. Immediately I moved to a position further away and heaved a smell sigh of relief. We should have thought of this B.O. scanner-thingy earlier for our bioinnovation haha!

More mudane tasks tomorrow. Am I up to it? You betcha :

Posted by melvin at 9:29 PM