Neko

I just saw a movie last Saturday night, about a revolutionist from Ireland, Michael Collins. Sadly, I wasn’t able to finish the film on HBO because of my remote control that suddenly controlled me!

Anyway, a quote from that film still moves me, “the best way to beat England is to ignore their power” (ok, not so sure about the exact words, maybe something like that). But the point in this line is “resistance”

I still can’t get over the fact that the Director (at my work) scolded me about being too nice. Yes, that is a big disadvantage when working in the corporate world I guess. Being too nice will lead to abuse. Abuse of others who power-trip.

And so, my case was, last week a Supervisor told me to email the head of one department to clarify something about one of the projects I am handling at the moment. It seems that he was not satisfied with my answer that he needs to hear it himself from somebody from that department. First, he disregarded my authority, but I didn’t feel that way then.

Before I was to do this, I insisted that I need not email that Department Head because I already talked to him. Still, he insisted that it should be documented. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the Director, passed by. And so I informed him that Supervisor so and so told me to send this certain email.

To maybe avoid my embarrassment, the Director talked to me when he was back in his office. He told me that I should know and be firm with my position… That I am not under any supervisor; that I don’t and should not take orders from them; that I go straight to him and should consult things with him first before making any steps. I should know when to decide and the decision should not come from any supervisor.

Maybe I am too nice indeed. But I was only avoiding being labeled as “bossy” again. Because I know I am not. The people under me by all means can call me bossy IF I feel I am one.

And now that Supervisor so and so is handling the same department I am in, he turned out to be 10X more bossy than I am. So I left those who previously labeled me under him. Now they suffer more.. they have seen what “Bossy” really meant.

The problem now is I am hearing complaints even down from the agents. And my heart goes to them because it was not that long ago since I used to be an agent too. So I know how they feel, more than those Sups and Leaders who’s been in their position for years.

Resistance. Ignore the power-tripper. This is where I stand. And I would only do things for the interest of the project and the agents.

I just hope the Director would clear out to the Supervisors as well, that I am not under them. That all concerns I would only address to the Director. And that’s that.

And to sum it up, the only thing that can control me is my TV remote control. Hehe.. CLICK! [x]

SATURDAY 8AM. Back from work, went straight to bed, woke up at 11AM, noisy neighbors with voices echo in the house, opened my PC, full volumed my headset, experimented on a camera toss photo-turned-illo, posted at Twisted Thoughts.

2PM. A Balikbayan box arrived, came from my Grandparents, I got one of 2 packs of Pistachios, ate bread and banana, went to bed at 4, woke up at 7.

10PM. Another overtime at work. Jollibee for “lunch” (technically we call it lunch even if it’s 12 midnight), 19 complete calls for the shift, and a blocked internet acceess (unless you know the password, which is not such a secret to me, erm! Well, useless net access if you’re swamped, catching a deadline, with or without trying to crack the password).

SUNDAY 6AM. End of shift. I was introduced to a trainee whose father is a National Artist, showed her my Artworks online, (nothing compared to her oil paintings esp of her father! Gee.. I think I found a new friend), gave her my URL, promised to help her create a blog on Monday, gave her some of my pistachios.

8AM back at home. My sister showed her 6-Seasons-DVDs of F.R.I.E.N.D.S., made some tea, grabbed my pistachios and spinned the DVDs one at a time. Glued to my seat, watching, Laughing Out Loud for hours.

Noon. paused the player, 2-minute break to get food, back to the couch, clicked play, lauged until sunset. Last episodes, Rachel about to give birth, after Thanksgiving, Bradd Pitt as guest, Ross rollerblades while teaching, Phoebe dumped weird bf “santa-clause-on-prozac-in-Disneyland”.

24 hours awake. oopies. more than. makes one sound, like a robot. bleep bleep.

ok now im off to bed, my eyes couldnt take it anymore.

AND Lastly, this I wanna watch: (A great addition to the 10-cd box set of Billie Holiday that was given to me*.*)

IMDb Movie of the Day
She looked nothing like Billie Holiday and sang nothing like Billie Holiday, yet Diana Ross gave a phenomenal performance as the jazz legend in Lady Sings the Blues, a surprisingly effective biopic that heralded the former Supreme as a true screen presence. Loosely based on Holiday’s autobiography, the movie played fast and loose with the facts of Holiday’s life, so much so that many jazz fans, scholars and amateurs alike, cried foul at the absence of innumerable people who helped launch Lady Day’s career. At almost two and a half hours the movie was far too long, yet it was held together by the waiflike Ross, who received able support from Billy Dee Williams and a young Richard Pryor. Despite little resemblance to the woman she was portraying, Ross had one major thing in common with Holiday: star quality, and tons of it… read more>> [Movie of the Day Archive]

shit! shit! shit!!! there he goes again!!!!

there i was mindin my own biz, waiting for some queued files, googling up some post bulletin, when Ping! slsk message… Ping! Ping!… ok ok i better see who it was…
click: Restore.

oh, hi! no.. im up early not because im making another illo. no.. dont have the Photoshop CS2 installer yet. is this ok for a CV line? yes, i think you should put up your own bookstore. and Math is not completely erased from one’s mind back to zero. Zero is still a number. two, i only have two original cds of The Cranes, Loved and Live in Italy. Yes i think you should study French too! oohh btw, i just bought today “Getting Along in French: Language book for beginners” by Mario Pei and John Fisher. so strange coincidence again! (oh this i forgot to mention, or was it too little time we had again?)

there we were trading files, mp3s, vids and words… when blag! another movie in 10 minutes.. no, oh.. erm, 5…

and he havent seen completely High Fidelity. lost concentration at the end and lost some scenes at the beginning. SORRY! My Fault, i was still blabbing some words when you were suppose to be watchin!

i hope one day he finds this blog!

      
MPAA: Rated R for strong sexual content, a rape scene, drug use and language.

then again, maybe this film is indeed worth watchin on your new telly!

Lilja 4-ever quotes from the review, dried my tears of anguish away (abit)…

“Everyone has been involved in situations when one needs to know what the person in front of him or her is thinking.” - - Yes! Like i do now!

“The only hope she has is her dream that one day she would be able to go to a beautiful country where she would meet hospitable people and have many opportunities. She is striving for happiness and tries to find it anywhere she can. Unfortunately, the only people who offer their help are little Volodja and a deceitful man… Ironically, the only person who truly likes and wants to help her is incapable of doing so. His life is as miserable as hers.“ - Kinda reminds me of erm.. Lolita. Read anexcerpt (for those who havent read it yet).

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note(s): what was that quote again about wrapping me in a naked (supposedly meant transparent) bottle?

oh, and btw, (*goosebumps) also bought today the book of Vladimir Nabokov’s heir, Thom Palmer’s “The Florentine Papers”. strange .. strange…

and strangely beautiful is my newest vid download The Cure - The Caterpillar ..with butterflies flying… and made me think of Nabokov’s Butterflies….

far apart, some things are still connected. or am i dreaming too much again? can’t be! havent slept since erm.. havent slept. i think in 2 days! ey i lost count. ok naps.. but nope. not.

eh ok i better dive to bed indeed.