Busy Bee

I am quite busy recently. I am quite busy that I do not know I am doing, cannot remember what I have done.

I release purchasing orders everyday after the buying trip in February, and will start following up samples from next week. Then in April I may temporary be transferred to another team for their buying trip. I will be much busier… I only wish I can learn more new things and gain more experience.

The administrative said they do not want employees to work over time as late as 8 p.m., but our head is a Taiwanese, and Taiwanese believe that work over time means a good employee. Some of my ex-colleagues say they would never work for Taiwanese companies, because their past experiences proved that Taiwanese companies like to 'kill', only work but no going home, so harsh and so busy.

I remember that some years ago there are some Taiwan factories in mainland China. The windows of staffs' dorms were blocked by iron bars, emergency exits were also locked. As a result, when fire broke out the staff could not flee, they were died or injured.

Luckily I am not working in a Taiwanese company.

Back to the topic. Colleagues of other departments such as administrative, accounting, quality control, IT, logistics, leave the office one after another just at 6 p.m., only we of merchandising department are still working hard… as long as our manageress is at office. If you want to leave earlier, the manageress will call you for a 'meeting'.

I go home at about 8 p.m. and it is said normal. Some friends who are merchandisers of fashion have to work till 10 or 11 p.m., and sometimes even have to stay over night at office.

BAD Seesaw

I cannot remember when my last time to play seesaw was.

When I was small I lived in public housing estate. There was an old style greenly seesaw with orange seats placed at the middle of the small playground downstairs. However, I had never sat on it.

Because of a very bad experience.

When I was one and a half year old, mom took me and my elder brother to the estate next to ours to apply for China Visa. My 5-year older brother and I went to play with other kids at the playground happily. However, when my brother and I were playing happily with the seesaw, another kid wanted to play too. My brother got down from his seat and I followed him. As a result, without the weight of my brother, the side I was sitting on rose suddenly, brother made his eyes pop out, waved his hands and screamed. I knew nothing. My right toe just touched the ground and my left leg was still on the seesaw…

“Wuuuwaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh~~~~~~~~~~”

My little feet could not stand stably because of top-heavy, “Paalaak~~” I fell down on the brick-made ground heavily, chin cracked, two baby front teeth loosed, fresh blood not only filled my baby mouth, also poured out from the wound on my chin. GOSH!

“Wuuuwaaaah~~~ I hate gorgor! Bad gorgor! Wuuuuwaaaahh~~~”

I cannot believe the one and a half year old baby me could still scolded my brother and hit the ground with the pain. Mom and the aunt from neighbor heard the people outside the office screamed “my God!” and heard my cry at the top voice (mom said so), immediately rushed out and were shocked to find me a bloody face. Mom held me and rushed home to clean my wound then to a clinic, and left my pale brother behind.

It is over twenty years now, the about one inch scar can still be seen. But you cannot find it if you do not specially look at my chin. The most hateful thing is when it has an itch, plus always has acnes on it, it would be extremely itchy!

Later every small playground has been laid plastic mats to protect kids. Therefore, I considered my injury a big sacrifice. Ha! I do not care, I am happy is the point.

(Tell you one thing, I tell this story according to my memory, and I remember every detail of it. I only did not see my pale brother. However, I cannot tell you what I had for dinner yesterday because I cannot remember that.)

Chinese version originally posted at my old newsgroup a day in 2003-2004, revised & translated in Mar 2007

A letter to Donald Duck

To my dearest Donald Duck,

I miss you so much. How can you leave me without saying a word?

I was stunned when I found that you only had your head left stuck in the life buoy. Where is your body? What happened? When did the accident happen?

Oh my Donald Duck, I am very sorry! I did not take good care of you when you were in perfect condition, but left you somewhere, dropped into a bag, fell on the ground, left you on school bus carelessly, made you stayed in the icy cold night, shivered alone at the Lost Property Office.

And I, always say I love the chubby you dressed nostalgically, at the same time I bended you front and back…

Ultimately, your old body was torn apart.

I searched every bag I have. Unfortunately, I could not find out where your body is.

I am really very sorry! My Donald Duck! I really hope to find the shark which had eaten your body, to get back your body, and let your head and body back together!

I hope you can rest in peace.

From your incapable owner

(My Donald Duck, actually is a nostalgic Donald Duck phone chain my friend bought me from Tokyo Disney)

Chinese version originally posted at my old newsgroup a day in 2003-2004, revised & translated in Feb 2007

S.T.U.P.I.D

One day, I watched a TV programme about how companies today recruit new people, that require job seekers to write essay, take aptitude test and IQ test. This reminds me an interview experience after university graduation.

That day I went to a job interview. First, there was an aptitude test. Next, a 10-minute English multiple-choice test. Finally, to complete 20 IQ, mathematics, graphs and logical questions within 30 minutes.

We needed to calculate the points we got at aptitude test, to see whether we were to suit the post of Sales & Marketing Trainee; the English multiple-choice questions was to test our grammar, it was very simple, I finished it and revised twice within 3 minutes; and for that 20 questions… alas… I am really STUPID. I gave up the IQ test and the mathematics.

Sample question: 2 fathers and 2 sons go to buy 3 chickens, then how can each of them brings home a chicken?

I spent half a day on thinking over it, and got no answer, neither did my daddy. Besides, I knew I had once heard this from a radio program, but I have forgotten it totally. To the contrary, mommi and my elder brother told us the answer just in 1 second.

Hmm~ I understand now, daddy and I are STUPID father and daughter, elder brother is really my mommi's son!








Answer: Grandfather, father, son

Chinese version originally posted at my old newsgroup a day in 2003-2004, revised & translated in March 2007