i think i have it worst, nick

first week of it is over. this was what i did for the past week

Monday: read a page 200++ (i dunno exactly how many pages cause i didnt bother finishing it) on pneumatics, told the stupid manager i finished it. he was surprised, i told him i was just reading through only since i wasnt required to memorised it. he believed me.

Tuesday: stupid manager ask to write a manual on pneumatic training kit, complete with theory, questions and solutions. Found an online workbook, thought that i could just copy and paste. Till he ask me to modify the questions, i told him i didn't know exactly how the system works, then he told me go read the book. and google talk

Wednesday: was ask by the stupid manager to format company laptop which took all morning and half the afternoon, was trying to modify the questions. google talk. got bored in the afternoon went downstairs to the factory and to help install a packaging machine.

Thursday: was asked by the stupid manager to fix the copier machine. applied my engineering knowledge and miracoulously fixed it. it was broken down for more than a week. everyone knows the stupid manager broke it, even the office lady said it was him to which he replied like a whining little bitch "bukan saya". Double sided tape can do wonders.. Later i was given a "project" by the stupid manager, he asked me to go test the auto tray stacker machine. He showed me the machine and talked me through it. then i asked how do u turn it on, to which he told me he had no idea. the client wanted to us to make two new fittings for 2 different tray sizes. so had to adjust the rail guards to fit the new trays. client was coming in tmr.

Friday: Staring at the manual. the stupid manager tapped on the shoulder to tell me that my client was here. i was like was wtf, that not my client just because i do ur shit work doesnt mean that he's my client. u see the stupid manager loves to put the blame on other ppl when things go wrong so by making the person my client i was suddenly responsible for anything wrong with the machine. and as always something was wrong, the stupid manager designed a two feed fitting instead of one. standing there i was saying to myself oh fuck. i'm left once again to do his shit work. the fitting had to be re modified. long story short it was a fucking mess. asked the Myanmar do one thing he go do another. one of the fittings had to be done 3 times cause the myanmar messed it up. btw, we have 2 myanmars panjang and pendek the other 2 ran away. i had panjang today. in the end i asked a technician to help me with all the grinding, drilling and wielding. what should have been an 2 hour job took the whole day. come to think of it we have 3 myanmars in the factory, one sits in the office and calls himself the project manager.

we all call him something else..

i'm very grateful to have the colleagues that i have, otherwise i would give u the myanmars email address so that anymore of u can do me a huge favor and email this to him.

and i'm so under dressed no seed work shirts only a stupid collared t-shirt and safety boots. the t-shirt not my size also, xxl, how to show off my toned body.

seems like all i do is complain, but i kinda enjoy doing the work for some weird sadistic reason.

and this just the first week. cant wait for the next 11 weeks. yipee.

everybody, how was ur week?

love,
jian xiong.

p.s. just because i'm not always there doenst mean i dont love you guys. i cant always be there to meet up due to some very unforeseen circumstances, it's all my fault. right chocolate bear? ask cb (chocolate bear for short) to be lenient a bit then things might just work out.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAV, U BIG PUSSY. pics better be gone and the memory card formatted. i'll have myanmars after u.

NOTICED THE NUMBER OF CHICKS IN THE OFFICE? EXACTLY HAHHAHAHAH. WE'RE FUCKED