Sunday, November 28, 2010
Psalm 23
Last week was a nerve-wrecking roller coaster ride with work. Human dynamics and office politics took a great energy to manage and were the highlights of the week.
A long story cut short, it was on Friday, the very last day for me to ensure I resolved the work situation, and I barely made it by the skin of my teeth. It was very dramatic for me.
When I got off the phone with my business partner who finally gave the confirmation needed for the matter to be closed, I felt like crowing aloud with exultation. Oh wait, I did!
I was exuberant! It was so incredibly gratifying because I did it! A potentially disastrous situation that would weaken my credibility with my peers suddenly reversed and I couldn't ask for a better result because not only was it reversed, I solidified important working relationships necessary for better work performance for the future.
It was an important week to me as I learnt so much. I've always been blessed in my work life, being surrounded by incredible people always willing to go the mile to help me with my work. This was the first time I stood alone and had no one to lean to. And all the cards I played turned out to be right. For the first time, I'm starting to believe that I'm not such a screwed up failure I accuse myself to be. And that is important.
Though I said I did it, I know I really didn't. The Lord did.
How I railed, despaired mid of the week. How I fumed at the politics at play, how helpless I felt at the moment I thought I lost. And then I prayed.
And it stopped being about Lord, vindicate me! Lord save me! Lord, help me come out of this so those who would see me fall will be shamed! But it became, it's really not important in the grand scheme of things. Teach me to leave it at Your feet and only be gripped by the passion of Your glory (as 1 Samuel 17 looped in my head on continuous replay).
By the time Friday evening came and I was headed to home church, I felt weak from all the excitement, intense relief with how God had done for me, and admittedly, gloating quite a bit. And feeling the confidence in me deepening.
Before returning to this job, I was still fearful of the lingering ghosts of the past. Would I be gripped by work as I once was? Would I find myself losing control over everything and drowning once again?
The pain of the past is fading and the peace of my Shepherd watching over me is growing.
Labels: Work tales
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Double accident
A couple of months ago, I was with a colleague, TC, as we waited for our client appointment. He was telling me about how his parents were retired, but he was saying how he thinks they should get out of the house and do more.
I asked him why, and he said that having too much idle time gives his mother too much imagination. She's a bit kiasi*.
He recounted something his mother said, some time back just as he was at the door about to go out to meet friends.
TC's Mother: Ah Cai, please be careful when you go out ok. Watch for the wet leaves on the ground. You might step on it, slip and fall and hit your head on the street and a car might come and run over you.
I blinked at him for a few seconds before bursting out in a loud peal of laughter.
TC to me: I stood there with my hand frozen around the door knob and could only stare at her for a few seconds with my mouth opened. Wah! It's her habit to warn me about things, but this is the first time she creatively thought up a double accident!!!
I couldn't stop laughing for a while. It was brilliant.
*A word in the Hokkien dialect that denotes a person who has many fears over many things.
Labels: Work tales
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
First day back at work
Oooof... going back to work the first day after 2 months. I went back to the office with a bit of trepidation, but other than some rustiness and nervousness, it was not too bad.
However.
I forgot that working
does take a physical toll on you. I'm tired.
Bed is calling me, but so is my dishes, tomorrow's lunch, and laundry. Aaahhh... the price of living on my own!
Labels: Work tales
Thursday, May 29, 2008
One can listen but not hear
In sales, it is of vital importance to
listen. Because if you fail to hear the buying signals, hear the emotional thread running in the voice or the body language, hear the unspoken words hiding behind veiled or purposefully misleading uttered words, you lose the deal. I have to give credit to my ex-company's very stressful training in fostering a degree of listening abilities in me.
The greater part of my sales career has been inside sales (for the uninitiated - telesales), which is because of predefined job scopes AND my personal belief that what can be resolved through a telephone conversation should be resolved through a telephone conversation rather than me whizzing off to the other side of town for something that could have been handled in a 10 minute phone call. Anyway, because the voice is all you hear when you speak over the phone, you have to be acute enough to pick up the body language through what you hear. It's like how if you were blind, you learn to develop the other sensory mechanisms to compensate.
The point I'm getting at is this; most women don't listen.
90% of the women I speak to my chosen industry, be it in middle management or upper management, do not listen. Period. The 10% of the women who I feel listen, don't have the time or patience to, and so I never get to test my theory with them on whether some women listen or not. Which at any rate, would that mean that women just don't listen at all?
In comparison to men, 80% of them will listen to what I have to say, and a greater proportion of the men I talk to are at the senior level management. They may say no to me, they may say what I'm telling them is irrelevant, but they do listen first, then speak after.
To be fair, I'm only referencing this opinion to a small and specific population - the market I am in, the industry I work in and mid to upper management level of women in the corporate world. And this means that there are a lot of factors that needs to be accounted for that explains the shaping of my opinion. To be clearer in my point of view - the inability to listen by women in this chosen industry does not equate to inability to perform and excel in their set tasks. Different skill sets are tantamount to different job objectives.
I shared this thought to my ex-flatmates and both of them (women) reacted in surprise to it. Most do actually, and my male ex-colleague was shocked at what he called reverse-sexism.
One of my ex-flatmate interjected very quickly before I explained why I formed such a thought and pointed a finger accusingly at me,
"Maybe it's YOU who don't listen." I gave her a look but held my tongue. Case in point.
I will say that I know an amazing amount of female figures in the corporate world in Malaysia who blows me away. One of them I had the privilege of calling my mentor though I only wished that we had more time for me to learn more from her, another who was my sales trainer, and another I have the privilege of calling my mother. Although it's worth mentioning that my direct superior is an amazing manager. She has restored my faith somewhat.
I was very relieved when I had a review with my manager yesterday and we were talking about having rapport with the sales guys from the team. One of them tends to be impatient and once told her that he had the least tolerance for people who don't listen. So the fact that I had the best rapport with him among the rest, my manager felt that it related first and foremost to my ability to listen. However, if you still want, feel free to call me Ms Pot or Ms Kettle, I'll still call back aye. There is always a need to have constant improvement.
I am however, very much eager to be proved wrong.
Labels: Work tales
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Proposals, pizzas, people
Yesterday was mad. Mad mad mad.
Worked 14 hours straight on a single tender. No breakfast or lunch, and it was only in the evening when we realised that we weren't going to have time to join the company BBQ dinner (and from my feeling faint with hunger) that we decided to order pizzas for dinner.
Actually, if following the structure of the company, a number of us didn't have to work so late and do what was done. But they really just did the extra mile just to support each other and make sure everything was done as perfectly as possible.
Despite the long hours and the tiredness, there was really not much resentment or dissatisfaction within the team, even if we did think certain individuals could have been there and done more. The whole day just seemed... fun. Not because I'm a workaholic masochist, but because there did seem to be genuine bonding among the team. I think I gained so much more by being part of the team and slogging through the work together than if I had chosen to participate minimally in the project, which is to do just whatever my portion is required of.
I took this picture and joked to them about how it is to remind me why I am right in leaving the company. But somehow, I think this picture will remind me of what I will most about the company.
For all the friendships made, the comradeship shared.
The ever positive and positively charming JoSuen on the left, who kept us smiling despite all the frustrations. Jason, the ever gentle giant. Poon, who went the extra mile to take the lead as project owner (while I got conned to be assistant project owner), KC who didn't need to be there but decided to just be there to help whatever he could. And Chelsea, who also didn't need to be there, but remained to support the entire team.
Labels: Work tales
Saturday, July 14, 2007
The changes times bring
Some days back, one of my colleagues remarked that I came across as "soft and feminine". At my raised eyebrow at the remark, my colleague added that being soft did not mean I was not aggressive. Though I was certainly aggressive, I still held a soft demeanor. Soft was definitely a first for me.
Yesterday, when a submission of a tender was due in the evening, my natural aggression came out as I expressed my frustration to a colleague of another colleague who was not responding with his portion. The colleague suggested I put all that I said in an email and so I did. When it comes to verbal lashings, very few can challenge my prowess. I have though, after two years, learn to curb my lashings on emails, so I sent a polite but edgy email.
When I got to the office later, the colleague I indirectly unleashed my ire on in my email and his manager gave me odd looks which I of course ignored. They have never worked with me before, and I always get that look when people experience their first encounter with my brusque and sharp attitude towards work, so I wasn't bothered.
What never fails to amuse me is, people bitch about how short a notice they have been given to respond, but when you give them at least a week beforehand, they will never get it done until the very last day. And they always manage to produce something when they only have one day to work on it.
I only thank God that the team I work with across the organisation are people who are accepting enough of my impatience and mood swings and take my brusqueness in stride knowing that nothing is ever personal with me.
The night before I had dinner with friends, and an ex-colleague joined. During the conversation, Ee Von turned and asked me to do something I used to do during college days that always got the girls going off in peals of laughter and without hesitation, I did so. My ex-colleague was tongue-tied for a few seconds before he declared that this was a side to me that he never knew I had! Heh... actually, I quite nearly forgot about that side of me until Ee Von reminded me of it last night.
Work has definitely turned me into a more uptight person and suddenly, I miss college days. Uni days was definitely a time to remember, but I can never remember a more carefree, mischievous and fun time than college days.
Labels: Friends, Work tales
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Mo da di di ay
When I posted the picture of Chun Keat looking at Joe Jim's
Transformers toys, I wanted to comment that I can barely remember much of the cartoon that I watched when I was a kid except for a small phrase in the theme song...
"Mo da di di ay"
That's all I can remember in my last 20 years of existence. Oft times I puzzled... why? What did it mean? Was it meant to be something so utterly deep and profound that it escaped my simple mind's understanding?
I was discussing the Transformers movie with a friend on Sunday who, by the way, declared (emphatically) that it was through Transformers boys first learnt to cry.
When Optimus Prime died.
-_-"
Anyway! Since we were on the subject, I asked him, what in the world did that particular phrase in the theme song that got me puzzled throughout the years
mean?!
Me: So what's it all about man? Mo da di di ay?!
Him: Huh? Mo da di di ay?
*Frowns for a second*Him: MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE LAH!!!
Me:
Oh. Hehe.What?What?
Moving along...
This month/quarter/half year end has been the least stressful of the last 6 quarters I've had. Usually, somebody will be screaming the head off and stress and blood pressure levels will be on the high side. Faces black and grim.
Now what are the two boys Viki and Chat up to at 9pm on a Monday evening?
They hooked up a PS3 to the meeting room's projector screen. By the way, I kick ass with my drifting. Don't mess. My 8 year old cousin hasn't managed to beat me yet at Need For Speed.
So what else has been happening?
Fire drill!!!
Some idiot doing maintenance 'accidentally' broke the fire alarm glass. And his timing was impeccable. He managed to do that right after lunch. And just as I stepped into the office. On the 19th floor.
Everyone stood in the office looking stunned and we all contemplated whether it was a joke or not and whether we should go down the stairs. Then we reluctantly packed up our bags and laptops. And guess what? The emergency exit closest to the cubicles was locked! Brill. So much for practice drill (note, singular) and all the instructions and appointments of fire marshalls among the employees for each floor. None of them appeared.
Thank God I've been cutting back on my high heels. Walking down 19 flights of stairs is no joke. By the time I got to the first floor, my knees were starting to shake.
How not to capture such sweet sweet memories?
Everyone gathering at the concourse. Hehe... some of us found out the schedule of the first and only practice fire drill we had a few months back, and 20 minutes before it was supposed to go off, we packed our things and went down to wait already. This time, not too lucky.
Myself, KC and Jess. No, KC's not that tall, he was standing on the higher step. Yes, Jess is that tall. You can't see it, but Jess and I were sweating from the long descent. Tina, who was wearing heels as well promptly went to 1U after that to buy a pair of slippers to leave in the office locker. Labels: My stupid moments, Work tales
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
My PreCiOuS
Last year, after bugging a colleague for 6 months, he finally gave up trying to find a buyer for it and gave his iPod shuffle to me.
Then, because of God's blessings, I met my sales target and was given an incentive trip to Perth, where a mini iPod shuffle was given as a door gift.
Now thanks to God's double blessings, I've won an iPod Video through a company's marketing campaign! I won! I WON! I
WoN!!!
I think when they decided to launch the campaign, they didn't count on it to create such...
fanatism enthusiasm in me. The day they sent an email announcing it, I immediately ping-ed my marketing manager in Singapore firing him a dozen questions about the hows.
And just to make sure I understood the process of winning it well enough, I messaged him for half an hour everyday running through it over and over and over...
And every other day I made sure I checked with him about where I was in the running since they had only limited quantities...
And I kept talking about this campaign to my Malaysian marketing manager until she resorted to brutally blunt insults to drive me away from her...
When I asked my ASEAN marketing manager whether anyone else across ASEAN were as
crazy enthusiastic as I was, he dryly responded,
"Only you."Oooohh... you can't imagine how happy I was when my AMM finally told me he will mail the iPod Video to me tomorrow. Hehe... you really can't...
Oh yeah, don't bother asking whether I can give away my other iPod shuffles. The first has been taken and the second is going to be given.
Labels: Work tales
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
No time lah
This was a conversation I had with my pregnant Marketing Manager on Monday:
Me: Ooo... your boy's getting bigger. *Pats tummy*
MM: Yarh... he kicks quite strongly too. Sometimes during meetings, he makes me feel like I'm on a roller coaster.
Me: So... do you talk to him?
MM: Err... no lah. No time.
Me:
What?!? No time?!?! He's with you 24x7!!! What do you mean no time?! How does your daughter and husband feel then man?!
MM: Hehe. Bad. I think my son is going to come out swearing.
-_-"
No comment.
Labels: Work tales
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Australia in February: Part III
Yeah, I'm slow in posting pictures. It's just annoyingly slow to post pictures up.
This was taken before dinner on the last night in Gold Coast. We were waiting for the restaurant to prepare whatever they needed to prepare before letting anyone in. So we started taking pictures of ourselves.
From left: Chris, Danny, Hani, Michelle C (not Michelle from BLC), June, myself and Azlina
But...
They made us wait for so long we got bored.
So...
We camwhored!
We decided to do jumping jacks for the camera!What we lacked in coordination...
We made up with enthusiasm!
I don't know what was in the minds of the others but I was thinking... "Fly dainty fairy! Fly to the sky!"
And yet... somehow... I don't know. Maybe my wings were too small and my bottom too big. Dainty fairy could. Not. Take. Off.
D*mmit. I look like I'm just an extra prop standing there singing twinkle twinkle little star.
And even then I couldn't even do that properly. In my defense, June looked like an extra prop as a tree.
And my boss thought she was part of some kung fu flick.
Not satisfied, or rather finding we still have to wait, we tried yet again. See me run! See me run!
Wait for it, wait for it...
There! I'm jumping! I'm jumping! Jump! Jump to the sky!
Great timing Danny boy!
So I don't jump very high. I'm a dainty fairy, remember?
After seeing how much fun we had, our South African colleague, Bradley, from Singapore, joined in. I don't know what Danny eats but boy, can he jump. Chris, with a (seriously) bigger butt takes a little more time to jump.
Hehe... Bradley looks like he's being pulled up by an invisible hand. Look at the amount of energy Chris uses to jump man.
But Chris insisted that despite his big butt, he can still stay in the sky for a long time.Ok. Lazy to post anymore pictures.
Labels: My stupid moments, Travels, Work tales
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Trivial stuff is very relieving
Grandpa is stable, I'm glad. He looks just the same now! Now I can go back to being distracted about the trivial things of life!
Rant 1#Been annoyed with my new TP, in particular with L****o. Boy, imagine, I actually want to downgrade my TP to my darling old x41! Sniff. I got the upgrade last Monday. Sunday I found I couldn't boot up my machine. Was told yesterday it was the motherboard and had the machine swapped. Today I get blue screen. Wunnerful!
Yes, I can get passionate about the weirdest things.
Rant 2#It's the end of the first half. Mad mad rush. You can literally feel the stress level shooting high this month. I've managed to annoy several people from the support team. Sorry, I'm just doing my job to pay your bloody salaries.
Colleague: *Through clenched teeth* Seriously, can you not give everything last minute?
Me: Sorry larh, but customer is pushing! I can't do anything!
Colleague: Yarh, but it's always last minute!
Me: Hey, if customer wants it, what can I do?!
Colleague: But you need to give me more time!
Me: *Thinks to myself what a thick-head* I would love to. I know your frustrations. But we can't ask the customer to do what
we want.
Colleague: I want to be a customer man.
Me: I know, I know.
Colleague: Seriously, I want to be a customer man.
Me: Yeah, well, you should. But today, you need to do this.
Colleague: No, I want to be
your customer.
Me: Fine, when you're
my customer, I'll let you kick my butt. Today, we're both on the same side. Just do your best.
Seriously. These thick-heads need to get it into their head that it's my job that gives them a job. It's my work that pays their salary. Ingrates.
When there's high unemployment rates in the country, they blame it on the government. When they have a job they complain about how people make their lives miserable. Seriously. Can some people just grow up?!
Me being blunt and realistic - they call me harsh.
Favourite word of the week - idiots.
Labels: Work tales
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Some times, customer meetings can be fun!
I was in a customer meeting for a few hours earlier today and sat beside my colleague Shiva. As the customer was explaining about something, he grabbed my ThinkPad and started typing away on the Excel program to ask me some things about the customer.
After which we proceeded to gossip a bit. It tickled me to see how sophisticated we've become these days. Years ago, during schooldays, we would pass to one another written notes on paper torn out from our exercise books. Today, we relay messages to one another through notebooks. Yes, we've definitely evolved to great heights of sophistication today.
Did I say
we have evolved? Sorry.
Communications has evolved. Me and Shiva are still the same school kids passing notes to one another.
Oh yes, if you'll notice, I typed "DO NOT MAKE ME LAUGH AGAIN" in the printscreen because Shiva was the same dude who made me giggle insanely during a
tender clarification meeting with another customer. I'm still horrified about that.
Thank God for being a female and having female charms! At one point, during the meeting, I wanted my customer to change some thing in a document. I prodded him to change it a few times. Each time he gave reasons why he shouldn't. I was a little hesitant to insist too strongly on the changes since he is the customer after all but after a while, I decided a change of tactic was required.
Before we closed the meeting I asked him one more time whether the changes could be made and proceeded to pout a little and widened my eyes just a little. He made the changes.
Another colleague, KC, was standing beside me and he made a remark about how useful feminine charms could be. I think he was the only one who noticed how I changed strategies and I gave him a dirty look for pointing it loudly. After all, such a tactic is most useful when it's deployed subtly. I don't often pull those tactics because I would like to think that I don't have to. But I must admit, it does help to get things done a little faster! Hehe. :P
Labels: Work tales
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Australia in February: Part I
It only occured to me when I got back from Perth I never did post the pictures when I was in Australia in February.
Second evening in Melbourne during the training. Aiken on my left, Robert and Tan TK.
From left: Robert, Danny, June, Azlina, myself and Chris.
Hehe. This was us laughing really hard at something. I can't remember what led to it, but June and I responded simultaneously and we were both so tickled by our twin reactions that you can see I was doubled over and June looks like she's going to pee from laughing too hard.
We had dinner at... somewhere in Gold Coast. Can't remember anymore!
Hani on the left, Azlina, Michelle, June, myself and a colleague from Vietnam.
It looks freaking expensive man!
Aunty June with her err... kompang
It was pretty cool, two Aussies were orchestrating the entire delegation using different musical instruments in various catchy beats... without saying a word! They just kept us going and going, different people with different instruments in different beats that created a very catchy tune with hand and facial signals and the lesson was that as long as each of us played different roles but together, even without being told instructions could create something great.
Don't question the get up.
Don't even question the people.
This was after lunch at an Italian restaurant. That's Aditya (Eddie) with Azlina and Michelle. He became fast friends with the Malaysian team during the trip. The girls that is ;)
At Sea World. When I was showing the pictures to another team member, Siti, who couldn't join in the trip...Me: Hehe... tengok buntut besar tu... (Look at the big butt)Siti: Eh, yahlah, besar larh buntut tu! Siapa punya eh? (You're right, that is a big butt! Whose is it?)Me: -_-" Aku punya larh Kak Ti! (-_-" Mine!)Siti: Oh! Hehe... ya ke? Sorry sorry! (Really? Sorry sorry!)Ok larh. There's quite a bit of pictures, so to be continued!
Labels: Work tales
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
More than meets the eye I suppose
"I thought you were happening, but you're not."My colleague said to me today. When he found out I could not drink that much alcohol, I don't smoke, I went to church in Perth instead of joining the other more 'fun' activities, and that I help out in an orphanage.
Oh yes. And that during my one year in UK, I could use one hand to count the number of times I've visited the pub. And the fact that my weekly schedules in UK was pretty much where Mondays I go to church in the evenings for
Globe Cafe, occasionally joining Focus Groups (student Bible study groups) on Tuesday evenings, occasionally joining the Christian Union group on Wednesday nights, the Christian Student Action group on Thursday nights, the
Chinese Christian Fellowship group on Friday night, can't for the life think what I usually do on Saturday nights and then
JPC services in the mornings and evenings on Sunday.
Aaahh... good times.
I am a person of two extremes. On one hand, I have some people always passing comments like,
"I thought you smoked! You look like a person who smokes!" and
"You look like a real party animal!" and
"You look like you can outdrink the rest of us!" While on the other hand, I'm the kind who well, would love to end up being in church everyday if I could. Well, maybe not everyday, but something like that.
I've got my good side and my oh-so-dark side.
And the tension between this two extremes can be really tough at times. The last thing I want is people to look at me and think of me as a really pious person. But nor do I want to think of me as a wild child. Worst, a hypocrite. If I could, I would just want them to see me as someone working things out with God.
Don't ask me to balance up my two extremes. The tension could make me go
off. Seriously. It's always one or the other end of the see-saw.
But you ask me, I choose to be at the boring end, really.
My dark side whispering: Boring? Hah! See you in heaven buddy! If you can make it through the pearly gates while I'm partying with the angels. We'll see who has the last laugh! Boring indeed. Hmmmmmmphhhh.Labels: Musings, Work tales
Thursday, April 26, 2007
:/
I'm feeling a touch of melancholy today.
Two team members left the company today, one senior and one junior. I was pretty close to the senior one so it was really a shame that he left. And somehow, his departure feels like an end of a stage in life.
Labels: Musings, Work tales
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Gala Dinner in Perth
On the final night in Perth, there was a formal dinner thrown for us. My poor roomie decided she was way too sick. The poor girl was actually not feeling well the entire trip but she only admitted and gave up trying to hide it on Sunday night. She was suffering from migraine throughout the trip and she never complained!
Oh, how shamed I am! She continued to be her pleasant and cheerful self despite being under the weather and if it was me, I would have been grumpier than a bear being jolted from her hibernation.
My biggest weakness? I lash out at people and things around me when I'm grumpy. And I get grumpy when I'm tired,sick,headachy,frustrated,irritated. And when am I tired,sick,headachy,frustrated,irritated? Well, most of the time when I just don't get enough sleep. Which is... just about nearly everyday!
Yeah, I'm pretty much a pain in the arse really. But God still loves me.
Pfffffffttt!!!. . . (traces of saliva)
Su Ynn, Jaclyn and me. The schedule said we were to board the buses at 5.30pm to go to the Perth Exhibition Center where the dinner was held. I got on the 3rd bus that left at 6pm. We waited outside the ballroom chit chatting and having finger food till 7pm. We then got into the ballroom and waited some more till 7.30pm before the entire evening begin to slowly get started.
What a culture shock.
In Malaysia, we all arrive late and the function starts later than scheduled because of the delays. In Australia, we all arrive early, but the evening still starts late.
Andrew. We're peers in the management trainee program, so it was good being in the event with him.
I've a lot of big bosses. But the one on the far left is a pretty important boss. That's Ou, the CGM. Fidzuan, Saiful and Jonathan.
They flew in Cool and The Gang as performers for the dinner.I kept calling them Cool and Gang/Cool Gang/Coolie Gang because how would I know who Cool and The Gang is?!? And all the older ones kept telling me that they were the ones that sang 'Joanna', 'Cherish The Love'. But you know what? They are a pretty awesome band. :)
Chee Via. I like him. He makes me look nice and fair. Kekeke... We never used to speak even though we always hung around a lot in the office because he sits in the cubicle next to mine. It was only this event when we really started talking and its been so much fun! He looks like a sleazy Cina Ah Beng, but he's really one of those sweet characters who makes sure you're always comfortable.
Raymond, my previous team member before he moved to the Singapore office and I moved back to the KL HQ. I call him "Lemon Korr*" because he CANNOT pronounce the letter R. I loved to tease him about it.Me: Lemon, Lemon!
Raymond: Ya?
Me: Pronounce lorry!
Raymond: Huh? Lolly la.
Me: Kekeke... pronounce delivery!
Raymond: Delively la.
Me: Kekekkeke...
Labels: Travels, Work tales
