Insights into a Bimbo's Mind

Your fault!

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Ok, mushy stuffs aside. Next on the program is bitch blog.

In our working lives, we all have nice caring colleagues whom we lunch with everyday, yak with everyday and share most of our working lives' up and downs together with. In this category of my life, there is Metria, Chantella, Lady Luthien and a long time ago, there was Poulotte and MelonCrap too.

Then there is another panel of colleagues we prefer never to cross paths with.

There's the womaniser whom we've seen at action, breaking one heart after another. God be with the vulnerable ladies who cross paths with him.

There's one we highly suspect is mentally unstable because she covers up her tissue box to prevent others from stealing her tissue paper and goes crazy when others happen to throw rubbish into her dustbin even though it's just a piece of paper.

There is one who corner victims everyday to yak about things of her own interest for an incredibly long time. I got caught twice.. The first time was a conversation of 30 minutes standing at the corridor of the office talking about how to make yoghurt. The second time took place late last week outside the ladies toilet talking about migrating to Australia.

Then there is the significant pack of hungry wolves who lurks around scavenging for gossips to feed their very own personal BBC (Big Boys Channel) network. Yes, don't be too suprised. Sometimes men outdo women in gossiping.

And finally one of my personal "favourite", the members of the "Complaining and Self-Victimizing" club. The kind who perpetually thinks that everything is everyone else's fault. And me being constantly guided by the lucky star, the president of the club sits behind me. If she was late for work, it's because the lady at the toll was too slow or the car in front of her slowed down suddenly causing her to have to take another route to work. If she can't finish her work, it's because she's suffering from a headache because last night, a neighbour was being inconsiderate making noises at night. If her career was not going anywhere, it's because her manager stole her glory. If she has too much on her plate, it's because others are not doing enough work. If she's hungry, it's because you didn't share your food with her. If she has to suffer an itch in her private parts, it's because you refuse to go down to the company clinic to get the cream for her. Ok.. don't stare now.. it's true.. because it just happened...

This all started 2 days ago when she suddenly wheeled herself over to my cubicle in her roller office chair asking me, "Is your period here yet?"...

I said, "Yup, last week.."

Then she said, "Oh, so fast ah.. I thought our period always come at the same time.. Mine just came today.." So the conversation continued to how bad her period pains are and how heavy the flow is and how it affects her work.

The following day, she wheeled herself to my cubicle again and said, "I just went down to the clinic to get some cream".. Apparently she had some itch problems due to her heavy period flow. Very sympathetically as a caring neighbour, i tried to listen attentively, trying to understand the discomfort she's going through, once in a while offering some words of comfort, although involuntarily i had to sit through a lot of visual description of her problem in detail.

Today, she wheeled herself over to me again and asked for a favour. Apparently, she forgot to bring her cream today. Therefore, I was to go down to the office clinic and tell the doctor i have the same problem so that i can get prescribed the same cream, to be passed on to her. Initially i thought she was joking.. When i realised she was serious, i stared at her and went, "Huh? Err.. can't you go down and ask for the cream yourself?"

"NO! The nurse will scold me for forgetting to bring the cream!"

Honestly, there was no way in heaven or hell was i going to go downstairs to the office clinic to tell the nurse, who sits a few metres away from the rest of my colleagues, that i have an itch in my private parts, just to get her some kind of cream she forgot to bring. So there... The situation right now is that she's not talking to me for the rest of the day after telling me off cooly. She said, "The last time May(this other colleague of ours) didn't bring her medication, i went down to get the medicine for her!"... Then she noisily stood up and pushed her chair back to her cubicle.. She left me thinking, May probably just had a flu...

But oh well, i guess it's my fault again..

posted by Miki-C @ 1:24 PM