Parmesan cheese and a $50 dispute

So I finally have some down time after a hectic 2 weeks. This whole morning has been one long sigh of relaxation. I had smoked salmon, gruyère, spinach, eggs and an exquisite cup of flat white for breakfast somewhere in Canterbury. I’ve tidied up my room, changed my sheets and my last batch of about a ton of dirty laundry is currently spinning in the wash. I’m sat down with OJ that I pressed myself, it’s all good stuff.

Soooooooo yeah. Onto some waitressing stories. I did a quick mental count and I’m very surprised that I’ve only been working at the restaurant for 2 months. It feels so much longer than that. I’ve had 3-4 shifts per week on average since mid-May and whatever money I make has been covering all my transport expenses and my phone credit. I think I said all this already. It’s just that I feel fantastic about being able to do that. I even have enough for lovely nights out on the town and Melbourne does not have an inexpensive nightlife. There is a ton of fun to be had though and if you’re savvy enough to find places that offer $2.50 pots of beer, then it balances the nights you have $20 cocktails.

I’ll be working all this weekend and I’m feeling alright about that. Classes start next Monday and I’m a bit apprehensive about next term’s timetable. I’m really hoping it’ll be possible to squeeze both jobs in without having to sacrifice my weekends for the next 2 months. There are way too many interesting things happening from now till September and I will be sad to miss out on all of that.

So the job is pretty simple, no heavy brain work involved but you do have to be alert and on the ball for a couple of hours. There are 2 bells to listen for, the main course dishes and the pizza. So now, every time I hear a bell outside the restaurant, I have to fight the urge to go into the kitchen and bring out a plate of gnocchi or a veal scalopini. It’s amusing. I’ve broken a plate and spilled a drink (not on a client, thank goodness), but apart from all that, I’ve done well enough for the resto to consider me competent and reliable. I think I’m the first one they ring whenever an employee can’t make a shift and they have to find a replacement on short notice. They’ve steadily given me more hours, which is very good news.

So the main job is getting the food and drinks out as quickly as possible and clearing tables as soon as customers are done. I think it’s toned my arms a bit, which is a good thing. I don’t take orders yet, which is fine with me as it looks too complicated and tiring. I have started leading guests to their tables and handing them menus now though. It’s fun.

If there aren’t a lot of people around, I polish a large amount of cutlery. So what I do is fill the bucket with hot water a third of the way and then add about a cup of vinegar. Apparently it brings the shine out and dries the cutlery much faster that way. The first time I did that, it took me 1.5 hours to get through them. My left shoulder was still sore for about 2 days after that. I’ve gotten a bit faster than that now.

The place has a mafioso-looking owner and his name is Frank. I felt really intimidated and small when I first met him but he’s been really nice to me and I think he actually likes me. He’s thinking of sending me to coffee school! I dunno when though but I hope it’s soon, like September. I have to get an RSA on my own though but that only costs $60 and half a day to get so that’s fine. I need to have decent hospitality skills before the summer break. The city’s cafés and restos will be packed with tourists and locals and will probably look to hire a few extra hands.

There’s 3 managers who take turns in supervising operations. I get along well enough with all of them, but have had a few clashes with one of them. I’ve learned to adjust to him and we’re okay now. There’s Paul who does the hiring and managing the payroll and then, Victor, whom I suspect is a bit soft in the head, a kindly old gentleman who is not a very effective supervisor but he’s nice and I like him. He calls everyone in the staff good girls and boys. “Christine, could you take these drinks out to table B11? That’s a good girl.”

I’ll get on to talking about the staff later on. I’ve decided to have a wee nap before I go to work later.

Oh yeah, a quick side note regarding the post title: whenever I bring a pasta dish over to a guest’s table, I always have to ask if they’d like some Parmesan cheese. And the resto owes me $50, they only gave me half of the money I was supposed to get on my last paycheck. The accountant messed up and forgot to stick another $50 in the envelope but put in the entire amount in the books. So it’s really a matter of my word against what’s logged in their accounts. That’s hours of exhausting work and it may not be much to some, but that really goes a long way for me, especially in terms of covering expenses. Hopefully I can sort things out later with the manager.

Next up, I’ll try to muster some writing enthusiasm for the lexicography one. It’s great fun and I’m hoping to pick up a few useful skills by the end of the contract. Like making apps for the iPhone. At $1/app download, that would be a very useful thing to know indeed. What fun!

Oops

Sorry I totally didn’t get back to you. I kinda died from too much activity after that last entry. Worked all weekend but partied as well. Good stuff. Remind me to post separate entries on waitressing and computational linguistics (I finally know what the other job is). One is full on physically and the other mentally. Good vegetative-state inducing balance. And I may also be overdoing the social scene. It’s all good stuff, sowing seeds of opportunities I think.

Will be on a snowy road trip from tomorrow to Sunday then a full week of working my ass off again before next term starts. Back soon.

Retooling

Wow I know it’s been a bit over a month since I last wrote but OMFG it’s been a helluva month. So much has happened that I actually had to go over the last few entries to reacquaint my now self to my then self. I feel so changed inside. Hm but then again I feel closer to my younger troubled self, when I was going through my emotionally distressing years at college (or at uni, depending on who I’m talking to). But I will get to all of that in due time, my friend. I don’t know why I don’t do it more often, writing is therapeutic and relaxing. Having said that, it’s always been difficult for me to write when I am going through particularly difficult times. I always have to quietly try and make sense of it all in my head before I can shoot off a good and coherent entry.

So yeah. Retooling. Yes, that’s what I’ve been busy with and it’s all been very good.

I’m going to keep this short for now, BUT I PROMISE I will try to be back later this week to get this blog rolling again. I have been feeling under the weather since Thursday night and although I’ve been resting all this weekend, it hasn’t been the long and uninterrupted rest that I think I might need. I do feel slightly better though. And no, I don’t think it’s swine flu.

I bet you’ve been wondering what I’ve been up to all this time, eh? Don’t answer that. Okay, answer it quickly in your head.

So I’m in the last week of my first term at school and I am having a blast so far. I have been a bit better at updated the new blog for that. All the specific design-y and learn-y stuff are there. I’ll add the link to my blogroll since it’s all connected to me anyway.

I have been working as a waitress for over a month now and it’s what’s been keeping me afloat for the past few weeks. I make just enough to pay for transportation expenses and phone credit. Okay and maybe a few beers on the weekend. And some cups of coffee. Mhmm flat white sure is good here. More on the wait job later. I’ll have you in stitches.

I also teach basic French once a week, this is a more recent development. One of my classmates says he’s always wanted to learn and he tried looking for a tutor online and apparently it’ll cost like $44/hour, which is ridiculous really and I joked and said yo man I’ll do it for $20 if you’re so keen. And he was actually serious haha. So the first lesson went well, I think his head exploded a little bit but he’s game for another lesson tomorrow. He figured he spends a great deal of his money on alcohol, might as well set a budget for some form of self-improvement. Good on him, I say. And good for me. He may have a bit of a crush on me but of course that has nothing to do with his interest in learning French. That would just be silly.

And I finally landed a “proper” job last week, after over a hundred applications to over a hundred companies advertising on the Seek website, as well as on other less reputable job sites (which is a story in itself, I tell ya).

The new job is in Sandringham, which is at the end of the train line going southbound, it’s over an hour away from home (I live in the east), quite possibly 1.5 hours with the wait time between bus connections factored in. I get to work with linguists and geeky people and I think I’m going to have a fantastic time. I went over there for the interview and after like 5 minutes of chatting, they offered the job and I’m just through the roof at this point. I finally fucking get my self-worth back. Clearly I can find jobs in Melbourne. It feels GOOD to know that. Such a painful process, employment and the state of being unemployed.

So I’m on cloud nine and the lovely geeky people start my training straight after the interview and my head explodes a little bit with all the Prolog and the emacs (which I actually uninstalled from my computer a few months back because I didn’t like the multiple keystrokes for a lot of the shortcuts). They use Linux and I’m excited about that!

This new job pays more than double the wait job and I will be prioritising that because not only is it BETTER ON PRETTY MUCH ALL LEVELS, it is also contractual and will run only till October. Unfortunately I will have to cut down, if not stop altogether, my volunteering for a bit, as I will probably have zero time for frivolous unpaid things like that. It’s really tough because I just managed to get a Wednesday morning shift at an art gallery. It’s not paid but it’s such a great opportunity for learning and establishing contacts. I’ll have to tell them I will return after the linguistic job ends. It will make me seem unreliable though, but I suppose they can’t expect to rely too much on volunteers. Just a week before finding this 3rd job, I had already turned down volunteering at a crafts gallery, I simply don’t have enough time and I need to prioritise school and money-making. It’s good that I have the option to volunteer there. Oh yes, this is definitely a better place from where I was when I first arrived.

Incidentally there are 3 festivals I’m trying to spare some time for. I’ve already helped with some mailing for a writer’s festival, which is scheduled to run for about a week in August. Another is a design festival and I’m desperate to be a part of that. That is so right up my alley, it’s not even funny to consider being excluded from that. It starts in 2 weeks and I haven’t heard from the volunteer coordinator, so I may have to resign myself to being a mere guest this year. It’s just as well, it’s not like I’ll have a lot of time for that anyway.

The last one is a film festival and I want to volunteer because I get a nice T-shirt and 8 free film passes out of it. Haha. Good stuff.

So that’s a bit of a handful and I’m grateful that things are starting to come together for me here. While I’m lucky that I don’t have to worry about making the rent and having something to eat, it has often felt like an uphill struggle. This post is just one long sigh of relief. The trick really is to keep going.

Reschooling

I never enjoyed classes as much as I am right now. Well, the language courses can probably compete. First of all, can I just say that I’m loving the whole NOT WORKING part of being a student? But yes yes I know I should have be part time jobbing by now.

The school is new so it isn’t one of the more reputable ones around here but it has been doing well so far. I did have my misgivings in the beginning but the instructors have proven to be quite good, even though most of them have atrocious spelling, i.e. SAN serif, ocupational hazard, aesthitics etc. It seems to afflict the entire nation, to be honest. I’ve been doing my best to keep the snobby spelling nazi in me silenced. Rather discomfiting for a former spelling bee champ, as you can imagine.

The kids are alright, several are straight out of high school, so I think they’re moronic (I know I generalize this, yet I continue to judge). I will say this though, I sincerely do enjoy talking to most of them. What I do find irritating is that they’ve been using my laptop as the public cd writer and the default usb port for organising files. Oh and they also want me to convert their jpegs to pdfs. One stop freakin’ shop. A simple google search would sort them out. They’re really just either lazy or imbeciles (well it’s really just self-centeredness). Most are unprepared for this course, and this baffles me. Sometimes I help, when I feel like they’re making an effort and when I can see that they want to learn. It’s easy to distinguish those who are freeloading from those who are really trying. I start off by joking that I’ll have to start charging for my services, then I tell them off in the hopes that they’ll see the light and if I’m really fed up, I just flat out refuse to help them. It’s not my problem they can’t understand English (oh snap!). I guess there is such a thing as a bitchy pushover. Or maybe a pushover bitch. I remember being a lousy student at university but I never once inconvenienced other students with my slackering. I assure you that it was all a very dignified affair.

The Peruvian girl, let’s call her Yola because that is her name, tries very hard so I help her out most of the time. She works part time every weeknight and is struggling between that and school. She’s good and besides I can practicar mi español con ella. It amuses both me and her. I also don’t mind helping out Chinese Will and Vietnamese Jessica, (names anglicised duh) cos they’re my BFFs here. I particularly enjoy the boy’s company even though he remains unwashed most of time. I like the Japanese Tatsu as well because he did his best in submitting a tough assignment but that’s really only secondary to the fact that he is a boy that looks like a girl and he giggles like a geisha. I’m also very nice to the late enrollees and especially sympathetic to the ones who encountered visa issues so I patiently explain project assignments to them. I’m not as keen on helping some of the others, namely the overindulged brats and those who confuse their work/school priorities. I still help them though, even as I crab at them. It’s curious that I can’t help it, I must really have my father’s educator blood in me. He does come from a family of teachers after all.

Have a talk with yourself if you think you need one

I just heard this from the NCIS episode I’m watching right now.

If you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten

This line is from a scene where a couple that’s just started dating is having a romantic movie at the girl’s place and the girl is wondering why the guy hasn’t tried to have sex with her and they’re on date 11 and he jokes for a bit but she prods him for a serious answer and he said he didn’t want to rush things and that’s when he said that.

Not a particularly esoteric message but it struck a chord with me. I want to remember that it’s okay to go through strange discomforts. I’m guessing (also convincing myself) that sometimes it’s necessary to have new challenges to keep one sharp and alive. I’ve been having annoying moments when I don’t know where things are, how to get to places, how to behave and how to react and it’s a feeling I haven’t had in a while. It wasn’t always unpleasant but it is right now. I miss knowing that I’m doing something tomorrow that will produce results and I’m not just crossing my fingers. This isn’t a vacation where I don’t have to worry about anything but fun stuff.

After the whining, I have to say it’s not altogether unfamiliar, or even all that unpleasant. It’s good to remember that I mustn’t stop learning just because I’m older; I don’t want to become set in my ways the way people tend to get. At least I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.

Plus I just ordered an attack on an enemy that might be stronger than I’ve pegged him to be and it’s 5 hours before that order is executed. The wait has been agonising. I hope I didn’t send my boys to their deaths.

Nearly one month on

Autumn is here, some trees are turning a pretty reddish brown and there are others that are well on their way to winter baldness. The weather is getting cooler and although we’ve had a few chilly days and a couple of freezing rainy ones, we’re still experiencing sunny days in the 20s. Still very nice weather, apparently uncommon at this time. In preparation for the imminent coldness, I’ve already bought a number of warm clothes and even a pair of sturdy warm shoes. So nono I’m not going to freeze my fingers and toes off this winter!

I’ve also settled in some more and am finally more comfortable and familiar with the area. Initially it felt like the middle of nowhere and I didn’t even know the way to the bus stop or tram. I’ve got a bank account set up, a registered tax number and even a couple of library cards. I’ve got two libraries which I visit quite enthusiastically for the free wifi.

I have gone out and met new people and had a few good experiences and some groan-inducing ones. I’m inherently an antisocial person but because of a past job that required me to talk to all kinds of people, I’ve developed a part of me that can be socially pleasant and intriguing for an entire evening. A social animal that switches on and off at will, if you will. Too bad for me that my social best seems to give out all the wrong signals here. I’m beginning to discover massive differences between men in their mid 20s and men in their early 30s. The older ones are kind of keener to get in my pants and are less romantic about it. A bit worrying, I want to make friends, not contract herpes.

I’m also becoming an AFL enthusiast, which is a cross between rugby and football. It’s also called football or “footy” and European football is referred to as soccer or “that girly sport.”

So I could head in two directions here. On one hand, I could become a beer-guzzling footy hooligan (which I already am sometimes at home, it seems like there’s a game going on every day). On the other hand, I could be the lucky Asian dream girl to a single 30-year-old professional who’s looking for the one who “gets” what he’s all about.

First week back in Melbourne

It’s around the same time my plane landed at Tullamarine airport a week ago. It’s been busy busy busy. I’ve been fortunate enough to have had beautiful weather so far. Sunny and mild weather yay! It’s autumn and I half-expected it to be colder. I’m happy it’s not!

I’ve been nursing a wrist injury for about two weeks now. I played soccer a few days before I flew out and I had sooo much fun. But I’m not very good at it, or maybe I am because I prevented the opponent from scoring a goal, but anyway a player plowed into me and I fell on the ground hard. I stuck my arm out to steady myself (wrong wrong wrong) and my wrist bore the brunt of the impact. Pain.

Luckily I didn’t break anything but it was very very sore and swollen after that. And it was my left wrist too, which is my main. I did very well looking after it, cold compress, then warm compress then keeping it immobile and bandaging it nice and secure (thanks to boxing, I am excellent at wrapping bandages).

So yeah it was healing oh so nicely and was nearly back to its tip top shape when I totally strained it while travelling. With my 7kg handcarry and 2 luggages AND a tennis racket. Haha. It’s a miracle I didn’t tear the damn thing off. Ruined my french tips too, bastards. I know it’s not a very sensible thing to get a french manicure just before travelling but it’s going to be a while before I can afford beauty services here so just leave me alone!

It’s much better now though and it should be okay very soon. It better be. I don’t want to think I’m too fragile to do any sports! First my elbow and now this!

I’ve been busy with a number of things. We are moving house this weekend and I’ve been helping them out with a garage sale, which took place last weekend and was a smashing success, and packing packing packing.

I have also started another blog, one that keeps track of my study progress. I thought it best to keep that separate from this more general rambleness one. I took some books out from the library and have been reading a lot on typography, VERY good stuff.

I’ve sent out heaps of job applications and will eventually go back to volunteering. Didn’t think my 2007 productivity here would come in so handy. I’ve been reconnecting with friends I made here, it’s been good. I need mates! One of the places I volunteered at (a gallery of contemporary art) is wonderfully situated; it’s a block down from my school. How very convenient. And there is a theatre next to it that serves a good flat white and I enjoyed one immensely after my school visit (more on that later).

English Breakfast or Earl Grey.. occasional Boh tea YUM. Oh Lychee Rose where are you! Black tea with LOTS of honey. Probably my favorite food next to pizza and cereal.

I have discovered the Wii and today will be my fourth day doing yoga. Man, I can really feel those “deep” muscles. At the rate I’m injuring myself, it’s probably a good thing I’m enjoying it more than I thought I would. I’ve always thought it was boring. I’ve also come close to tearing my shoulder off playing bowling and I did a few rounds of boxing that made me realise how much I miss it.

Ok I’m going to finish my tea and look for my center of gravity.

Raising hell

(Warning: Long post, a bit rambling)

On packing: My last day of work has been eventful so far. I woke up early as usual and hung around the house, started sorting out my preliminary packing and ended up nearly finalising everything. I usually have a couple of packing rehearsals before fixing the locks on the luggage and calling it done but I’ve been dragging my feet for a week now. I take packing very seriously. All that’s left to do is double checking on Sunday night, ideal so I can keep Monday and Tuesday for last minute errands and arranging final meetups with people.

I may have overpacked since I’m wearing a previously worn and currently unwashed shirt today and the jumper I’ll be wearing on my flying day. I’ve also been wearing the same pjs for quite some time now. I’ve been blessed with sweat that doesn’t smell straight away (it’s probably all the gallons of water I drink daily) and I admit I am sometimes guilty of reusing clothing. My motto is “till it starts to make me itch”. Except panties. Ok maybe I have done that once or twice, but that was during backpack travelling and it was the norm.

Bank issue: So I set off for work at noon and headed to Unionbank Ortigas, where my payroll account is handled. I realised yesterday when I was trying to clean out my account that I had a loose Php 67.61 in the balance. I remember the finance department inform me awhile back that our ATM account has a lot of limitations, including inability to make transactions over the counter. Apparently it’s a remittance account and I don’t have the option to deposit money into it,  it doesn’t even earn interest. I wondered hmm how could I get that money out if the lowest unit of money ATMs dispense are 100 peso notes? I grew worried and decided I needed help in damning the man. So I relayed my concerns to my finance department and I consulted them for half an hour. They were not able to assuage any of my fears! Basically they said I wouldn’t be able to withdraw that amount and that I would have to forget about it. Huhu! Of course this piece of news vexed me greatly and made me feel very alone. The Man is in cahoots with the finance department. But I couldn’t give up. I wouldn’t. There was no way I was giving that 67 pesos and 61 cents to Unionbank.

Filled with grim determination, I headed over to the bank and politely explained my concerns with a jolly teller. He suggested that the bank deposit 33 pesos (or rather 32.39) to round the account balance off to a hundred and that I give him the money to square things off. I was heartened by this bit of news and was happy I wouldn’t have to and so I happily waited while he spoke with his manager. Upon his return however, he seemed a bit more subdued and informed me that because there were restrictions imposed on my stupid remittance account, he would not be able to help me. I expected this so I wasn’t the least bit ruffled and asked him what I could do and he directed me to another dude, this one was seated and had a desk. This guy, let’s call him Bon Christian Belleza, seemed distracted and wasn’t too interested in my tale of woe. He waited for me to finish and repeated what Jolly had told me, that there was nothing they could do. I got all dramatic about it and said, “Your bank is stealing my money, do you know that this is a criminal offense?” He just stared at me and said that there was a contractual agreement between my company and the bank and that he could not help me any more in the matter. So I said, thanks a lot, Sales and Service Officer Bon Christian Belleza, it’s been a pleasure, may I read this contractual agreement? Keeping my feelings of anger and helplessness under control, I asked to speak with someone else and to his credit, he directed me to customer service.

So off I went to the 31st floor in the same building and quickly found someone who would listen to my problem. He was infinitely better than Bon and he listened patiently and after I’d finished, he said he would look into it. He returned 10 minutes later and said that the only way around the problem is to have my company ring the bank to authorise the Php 32.39 deposit, thus enabling me to withdraw all of the money. I said what a great idea, and I shook his hand and said, thanks Val Deem of Customer Care for a very satisfactory service.

On last day of work: Finally I could go to work but before that, I bought some pizzas (Pizzas!) and told them to deliver to the office. I’m going to miss my team! Once I got settled in, I went to my accounting girls and tried to sort everything out with them. At first they thought I was joking but I was quick to correct them and said nonono I actually did go to the bank and complained about my unfortunate situation, now you must help me. They agreed to deposit the Php 32.39 into my account and include that in my back pay computation. All in all, I’m pretty satisfied and it was well worth the hour. I’m sure they find me ridiculous and countingey but I’m pleased as punch about having made a point and perhaps having passed on the backbone tradition. Feeding them pizza softened them up and I think we’re still cool. Otherwise, concluding my back pay will take a looooong time.

On the Replacement: I stopped working properly since last Friday to give the new guy some space and let him do his own thing, only offering assistance when he needs it. I’ve been chilling, redditing, transferring files and eating pizza since. Well worth that bank fee, I might add.

A few remarks I have:

1. He is a terrible speller. While that’s really kind of okay in our line of work, the tendency to misspell words makes one seem just a little bit incompetent. Pagination not Paganation, spread is not spreed and for Strunk and White’s sake, learn how to use quotations properly.

2. He enjoys giving out instructions but is rather bad at following them.

3. He gets defensive when corrected or reminded.

I know he’s only been at it for two weeks and he will probably get better in time but I’m just incredibly bothered by his lack of attentiveness. Yesterday, projects nearly blew up and the UK dude raised hell, apparently telling my bosses that he was surprised that a new project manager would be taking over my responsibilities. What a dick. Fortunately for me, I don’t delete emails, I just archive them and I still have the email introducing the new guy and saying that he would be in charge starting this week. It is also because NG didn’t do as I had said. I said the UK guy might be a prick but he’s a client and he likes his own status update email and it doesn’t take a large amount of time to do that. I also told him that keeping him happy gets the bosses off your back. I suppose he wanted to learn this lesson on his own.

This month has been tremendously trying at work. It’s been good though, initially I had misgivings about resigning early and flying to Melbourne a month before classes start but I have pretty much adjusted to my newfound status as unemployed and eagerly await my studenting years.

Last week of work

Woohoo! 7 days to March 18.

The new guy (NG) started last Friday and we’ve been busy with the turnover. We’ve got lots of ongoing projects but I’m hoping to complete most of them before next Wednesday, otherwise known as MY LAST DAY OF WORK. Hihihi.

I’ve also started introducing him to our regular clients, my favorite French client was sniffly but dignified about it and said I was embarking on a wonderful journey and that she was happy for me. We bonded in 2008 over long email threads regarding shiatsu massages, Parisian weather, her son who is constantly ill and how lucky I am to be living in a tropical paradise (’tis true). My bubbly Aussie clients, who are notoriously clueless about all things digital, were a little bit wackier in their reactions ranging from ‘Nooooooooooooo! You can’t leave us!’ to ‘We’ll be devastated!!!!!!!!’ to ‘Alright I guess we’ll let you go’. The Dutch one has been the most shy about it, wondering what I will be doing after leaving the company, asking timidly if I have taken a position elsewhere. I haven’t informed zee Germans and the uptight UK main guy ignored my email.

Anyway a few new mini projects came in and I’ve started NG on the correspondence with the clients and helping him see through the life cycle of a couple of them. He’s slowly learning the ropes, he’s a bright guy, asks a lot of questions and I think he’ll get along with my team. It’s been fun training him and getting him to bond with the guys but  I’ve been super exhausted since he arrived and it doesn’t help that clients have been extra lively with projects for some reason. I don’t want to think negatively but sometimes I get the feeling that he’s the type that likes to delegate all tasks and has the tendency to get lazy and complacent. Me, I like to get hands-on about things. But I’m being snap-judgmental, okay I’ll give him some slack, he’s just starting out and he’ll get the hang of it pretty soon. But he did ask if there’s a proofreader on board and I’m like, yo man that’s gonna be your job! Hihihi. He also asked who does the code cleanup (he will!) and the combining of the newly exported PDFs (he will!) and is it absolutely necessary to send a book to the client and keep the new page creations separate (the clients love it and some don’t know how to extract pages) and now he’s on chat preaching about how proofreading and fixing files are no laughing matter. I’m now thinking HELLZ YEAH BITCH you get to do it all!

I’m getting nostalgic just thinking about all the fun I’ll miss. Hehe.

And he’s asking about revision limits and here I must agree that the company’s love for unlimited revision rounds is ridiculous and counter productive. I tried to revolutionise the system but it ate me up. I did learn to work even faster though. Sooo thanks [insert company name here], I owe you my mad multi-tasking skillz!

But anyway all whining aside, I think he’ll do a stellar job eventually. Probably not as well as I have done but then nobody’s perfect hihihihi.

Music break #3

Julien Doré – Les limites

Awesome eyebrow dancing. Awesome all around.