Monday, January 15, 2007

Desserts spelt backwards

My job is really not here to provide solution to ur problem. U may tell me ur problem, but if it's not within my boundary that I can help, there is really nothing I can do! You refuse to leave, telling me that you have nowhere to go. I am stuck with words cos I can't think of any solution to your problem which only you can think of how you want to solve it. You don't sit down there, wait for me to think of a solution for you cos I have tried my best by calling other agencies but to no avail. I can only do that much, given my job boundary. You cry uncontrollably infront of me whenever I bring up that particular suggestion that you are not open to. I reali can't do anything even if you cry cos there is no immediate solution to your problem. You make me so stressed that I feel like crying infront of you cos I don't know what to say and don't know what to do.....

This is again one of the days when I feel like screaming at the end of it.

What I left is only after-office hours that are peaceful enough for me to do my work without any interruption but more often than not, my brain will be half-dead by then.....



(dun worrie that I will pour out my clients' problems to you whenever I meet you guys. I surely don't want you guys to shun me in the future! haaa..... only my mum at home has to bear the nonsense that I am bombarding her every now and then which I am surprised that she seems to enjoy listening and even helping me think of solutions sometimes!)

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