Saturday, August 19, 2006

Losing the cool....

Friday, the 18th -

Started off pretty well... I mean... well, Fridays are, afterall, supposedly the most looked-forward-to day.

However, this friday was spoilt by a meeting that refused to let me retreat from the day in peace. Well, I have nothing against long meetings, really. If the objectives are met, and the duties duly executed to ensure peace in the future, what's the harm of a little current sacrifice? Where I work, most people are gripped by a hard-boiled drive that few can rival. (ahem.... :p ) That is probably one of the reason why I think I really loved working with them.


Nonetheless, things are never ideal, and not everyone shares my sentiments. I guess I've got a little perfectionist freak in me that sometime overwhelms me against such people. This freak is intolerant, overbearing, impatient, and always refuses to take things a little easier. That's it! It just cause me to lose it..... and let control slip....

This is what happened:

We were having a little conference room pilot (aka CRP) on a new system change that is to be implemented. As always, there were imperfections. (Although I still cannot bring myself to buy that, this is supposedly perfectly normal and acceptable according to the MIS people.)

The exercise was held over two continents, with representatives from our counterparts overseas and in Singapore.

After being plagued by the numerous problems in the current database, I am actually pretty excited at the thought of a new system. One that will allow us to start on a clean, new slate. Lo and behold, however, I soon realised in the tests that similar (if not, worse) problems exist. The whole idea of having a session like CRP is to perform tests and ensure the program works to its perfection at least in the expected scenerios. Thing is, people are not willing to put high enough priorities on perfecting it.

Sure, some problems are apparent no show-stoppers at present. But have we not learnt from experience? The no-show-stoppers today often becomes the out-of-sync actors tomorrow that ruin the whole show... all because of the refusal to see the implications that come together with it so as to make the program look like a success. Even though the implications were an acknowledged fact, lines were drawn and situations contained to conveniently exclude them. To me, that defeats the whole objective of the CRP exercise to start with.

There came a point where there was yet another intent to walk over a problem with supposed walk-arounds that a fellow colleague found, based on a specific situation she encountered. Being an active user of the current system, and having been in numerous problem-solving sessions on the system, though I can't say that I know the system in its totality, I dare say however, that I am more familiar with the system implications than any of my team-mates. With that, I have my concerns on deciding walk-arounds based on a singular encounter that is not proven logically consistent. I did not think I should downplay anybody's finding and sought to try explaining or getting an explanation offline. I thought then as a sign of respect, I should obtain a consensus and better understanding internally first before presenting the case to the mass.

What I got instead was accusations that I have not read the log of the situation encountered. My team mate got grossly irritated, and voices were raised. I felt intensely wronged (and equally annoyed too) since I'd really thought I understood perfectly what happened. As I tried fighting my case, I found myself disabled of presenting my case eloquently. Fact is, my thought trend got disturbed in the turbulence and I subconsciously raised my voice over hers to push the thoughts... I started to make little sense, I suspect, and my image totally tarnished at that instance. All under the scrutiny of the colleagues from the other departments. Worse - point was not put acrossed... I was disrupted over and again and the point simply vanished.

As I finally cloistered out to try do a quick collection, she left under the approval of my boss, who was probably pretty bewildered at his two screaming bull-heads... It was only when I felt a sore in my throat later, did it dawn upon me that I've probably overdid it. When I apologised to boss thereafter for putting him at a spot, he gave me a lesson or two for not being able to handle the situation well enough...

I've to admit then that I've been too careless. An observer of the incident expounded later that none of us had allowed to let each complete our sentences and we simply jumped at each other. I just thought on hindsight that the circumstance then was simply too stressful for me to handle.

Indeed, I have failed to contain the scene and it was a failure on my end. Perhaps it is that mis-fitted prig in me that is acting, but after multiple reasonings within, I still cannot fault my point. Even after some tests, I'd still found my arguement proven valid. If only I can douse the fire and present my case across rightly and quickly enough then, instead of getting myself fuelled in the fiery exchanges....

With this, it seemed to suggest that I am a loser in garnering support of the people around. My initial gut that I was working with a group of people sharing the same drive is perhaps unfounded... I am even starting to have an uncanny suspicion that there are people there who hates me to the core. Whatever....

Well, best as I might try, but I guess life's like that... I can't always meet all the people I like and who will all like me....

How am I to present myself to these people then?

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Saturday, August 12, 2006

I write.... An Exposé?


It seemed exposés are in these weeks. Stomp had the week's topic "I confess" running for two weekends now. I'd expected that the paid bloggers will spill guts, but well, behind the apparent candour, everyone still had nothing very intriguing to confess. That probably explains why the week's (note: not weeks') topic had to go on running...

I'd hence decided to write my own little confession. An exposé of some sort. But not exactly too. It's the means that justify the end, and I am putting this in writing, not so much to bore, but to discover myself...

People walk in and out through the last quarter century of my life, and I must say I really appreciate the chances we had to have the brushes... It's through the exchanges I pick up lessons, and sometimes, learn more about myself.... Well, as a book title say, "As Iron Sharpens Iron, One Man sharpens Another".... That's true to an extent.

Had an opportunity last Tuesday to have a little talk with EKH. Okay.. i'd confess it was kick-started by a miscommunication and a little confrontation.... this is one of the few exceptional cases where I allow a hearing. Other times, I might have condemned without trial. I've always thought a loose word here and a careless whisper there is the most candid manifestation of a person's thoughts... Ermm... right, that did not sound very pleasant, but well, in any case, I'm glad the incident did not lead to any catastrophe...

I've always kinda enjoyed talking to EKH. (yes, yes, if you are reading this, this is not to inflate your ego. It's true.) Half the time, I find myself picking a lesson or two from a more savvy senior. As he realise his dream of being a psychologist-counsellor on the people he meets, he took time expounding on the kind of person I am after the exchange... He confirmed the retarded neurontransmitter patterns that exist in my being. The consolation according to him, is that when I articulate my thoughts in writing, the slow neurons will steadily fall into place and rationalised reasons will steer my thoughts towards a stubborn belief that things are never as bad as it always seem. With that, he urged me to try analysing the whole incident again - probably in hope to prove him innocent of the insult I'd initially thought he had thrusted on me.

Well, my anger was quelled after the talk. Let's just say I've got to give him some credit for taking time to humor my little insecure soul with what seemed sincere and sensible enough talks. However, I was not about to be taken in by everything he says. The impulse connections in my brain may have a little more seams than the others, and synapses may be retarded (that, I acknowledge), but I'd still like to do my own review.

Hence, I came back, and had a little recap on my blog entries to ascertain the pattern he concluded. It was not so much as to prove his innocence or such, since I am no longer too upset about what happened (yea... so much for being fickle sometimes... but if it's for betterment, why not?), but I am curious to know if I am truly what he perceives of me - the tough and headstrong gal.

And so it goes, after chewing on my blog entries, I found it's kinda true that I often register a neutral, if not sometimes, positive note to end my entries. (That which he observed.) But in retrospect, I guess it is not so much as that I have that perservering and adamant spirit. On the contrary, it's just my way of attempting to convince myself that if I'd keep on believing even when situations may be a grieve, all things will eventually go well...

I'd confess hence that I am not as unyielding as anyone may have perceived me to be. I still do have my doubts and my anxieties.To end each episode with a positive note is my way to assuage distresses and spur myself on with self-encouraging words. Let's face it, it's not everyday I get to meet people who would care less, much less be perspicacious and be empathetic about how I feel. If I'd wait around for such people to appear, I would probably have spiralled down the multiple dungeons of depression, never to resurface again....

Whatever... Just as I fault people for not being sensitive to me, I guess I've been pretty careless with other's emotional needs as well. With this, I've learnt a lesson thus....

In dreams you will lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep
Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling through
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream of your wish
Will come true...

~~ Jerry Livingston~~

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Saturday, August 05, 2006

Meeting up with the galfriends...



An initiative. A few sms-es. And *phoof!* a meet-up was arranged and realised. We have been talking about doing this for some time (not quite as long as the one that Vick and CJ wanted to plan for the class though)... anyway, yah, Kong managed to get us all out for dinner on Friday evening.

Really appreciate everyone's effort. I mean, I can see everyone's really tired after a whole week and day's work, but we still made it to meet up.

Chew was being harassed by students over the phone even through the dinner. (yes, not easy being a teacher nowadays). Tan has her floor plans in her folder she had in her arms. (Bet she has got unfinished work.) And Myself? I have been so busy during the week, sometimes only sleeping near dawn, that I haven't been really able to get round replying Hong's texts all the time (sorry about that!). Everyone's has their own set of distractions vying for their attention. Nonetheless, we've made it! Ermm... I was utterly late though... (well, at least, I've made the effort to put aside unfinished work and made it to leave the office...)

Everyone's still every much the same.... It's quite a delight to find everyone still untainted and as guileless as before. It was just great! Tan thinks we looked every much the same, while
Hong begs to differ with mentions that we are probably prettier. Haha.... see, even our conversation topics are still so innocuous.. and Kong, still as animated, has her kawaii image kept pretty well even though we are all past quarter-life... It was a little different from meeting up with the secondary school friends where they simply talk about boyfriends' names, jobs and whatnots...

Hmmm..., perhaps that's cos we've already known Chew's bf for some
time, and Kong is already so familiar with him, that she's planning ways to sabo him on their wedding day when it comes... and the others? we've got no boyfriends to compare at the moment... well, I guess, even when the time comes when we each meet our better halves, there is unlikely to be much of those unhealthy comparisons...

In retrospect, it was an unexplanable affinity that brought us together when we were
students, and I am glad that we have not taken it too much for granted and have kept up at it all these while.... Thank you for your time, people, it was great meeting up with you!
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I ain't supergirl, but I will still make things work even if there ain't chivalrous men around.


There is this thing about Singaporean men that is a tad annoying. Can't quite blame me that I find few men impressive, really. There is just a lack of graciousness and chivalry in them...

Was at a meeting on Wednesday, and as I tucked and pulled the screen to gain access to the whiteboard behind it, I had a whole group of guys seated behind, arms crossed and slumped on the chair, looking on. And just as ting2 chided the guys for not helping, guess what I heard?
"No need lar... she's a 女強人... she can do it one..."

No, yours truly is no supergirl. I will make things work because I have to somehow since I've got no help. But that is not the point. That was just a typical manifestation of how our boys are being brought up: utter insolence...

tsk...tsk... whatever.... I still did manage to pull the screen up all by myself... it just took a mere more effort...

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