The War of Wellness Day.

Ever had that feeling that when you are in a fair and there are sales people around, especially the ones that want you to sign up for  credit card, it becomes more of a war zone than a fair?

You have to have skills to say no and the skill to drift and zoom through the spaces between these sales warriors before you can breathe the normal, credit-less air again.

The M threw their annual Wellness Day again and invited a gazillion booths of people selling milk, yogurt and a bunch of healthy foodstuff. Didn’t join the walkathon this year, didn’t have the heart for it I guess, or maybe it was the PINK of the tee shirt that kind of made me skip leg day.

Still, in support of the Wellness Day, I went down to the fairgrounds to get Diplodocus some headsets (to make her ears more healthy?) and some yogurt drinks. And that’s when I saw them.

The warriors.

All cloaked in their red Insurance team tee shirts.Holding their swords and knifes up in the air ready to strike us down.

Ok it was just clipboards and pens but it might as well have been.

Anna and I stood in the corner, looking for the easiest route out. I looked left and saw Sabby and her friends talking animatedly. She is a loud person and the mousey warrior was on her left, squeaking ‘miss?’miss?’ . As she was running out of topics with her friends, I could see her eyes darting to the ceiling instead, I guess anything is more interesting than having to speak to the mouse-warrior. In defeat, he squandered away, back to his hole-booth. Hah! Take that mouse man!

Mr cute WS  was stuck in a another corner. He looked like a well concentrated race horse and he hurried between the line of warriors, constantly repeating NO NO NO NO … until he was out of the door. It was amazing. I have never seen anyone look at the exit door with such determination.

It was then that Anna and I decided to make our move. As I scurried on behind my human shield(thank you Mrs Koch) the warriors tried to get her to sign up for some hospitalization card. Repeating that she has such a card from Poland , the warriors gave up and finally, we pushed the door and saw the light of the day.

Barely breathing the first sigh of relief, we noticed WS trapped in a sea of red warriors right outside the door, as they were just about to start their warrior cry.

Well. Here we go again.

The Late Lunchtime

Due to one maternity and one bereavement leave, I have been down from 4 lunch buddies to 2.

And then yesterday I had to open my un-cursed mouth and told Siew ling that her car seems to be in a great condition despite it being 8 years old. I have no idea what emotionalness got into the car and it took offence against my words and the very same day, the car decided to bust its accelerator cable and hence, with curses from Siew Ling to my dear self, it ended up being only me and Liana in office looking for food in the godforsaken Twilight –zoned CBJ.

Though I am glad to have arranged the lunch for Mr LG and Diplodocus some 30 kms away with the power of the OC, I couldn’t arrange to meet Liana’s time(thank you financial close calendars) and that is how I ended up having spaghetti with KC Vios and Big-Z late in the evening. Note for CBJ folks eating out at Tokio Café: they don’t serve at Padi House even though they are a sister company. No idea why. I buggered and buggered them,  I think to the point that that my waiter pretended not to speak English, but they wouldn’t give me an answer.

In the spirit on continuation of having discussions with strangers, which I started with Mr LG yesterday, it’s probably the other reason that prompted me to go out with these 2 macho souls.

Though I have known both men for some time, we weren’t always friends. In fact I think there was a time when KC Vios was pretty cold towards Big-Z and his team. But then the Plats of the organization moved  and the M decided to bring the 2 departments together and that’s how we ended up working together. In a very short time, the 2 of them became almost inseparable.

So coming back to lunch today. Eating out with the ladies can  be very different from being with just the boys. Though for some reason, they seem to have adopted me to their circle of Dudes and appreciatively shared their views on the anatomy of the ladies walking by. Don’t get me wrong, beauty is definitely to be admired..but from one straight woman’s point of view, I honestly am not intrigued by a lady’s sway nor her other ‘parts’.  Show me the hunk making the Nasi biryani at Neo CBJ and you got me at ‘welcome”

But what I considered more interesting is how different these 2 men are and yet are so close friends. KC Vios is much younger, here at his first job and doesn’t think that anything is more important than money. Hot blooded and unique in his fashion, his opinions are of fresh young eyes. Big-Z  on the other hand is a little more matured, married and loves songs that are probably sang by Big Tasty. He is more patient and cool and is simply crazy and fun. I guess friendship can always be made even in the most ying-and-yang of situations. Hmm.

I guess it works better if you have something in common. In this case, that thing has a beating heart and a job at the Org. And a name. Ms Emily. The prettiest girl they have ever(in their working lives) laid eyes on. The most sophisticated, and elegant woman both men have ever met. They would do anything to have a HELLO from her. Pretend to fall, pretend to visit a nonexistent friend around her cube, pretend to care about the weather outside her window, pretend to..well, you get the idea

But I got to admit, this office would be a much slower and boring place without the chitter chatter of KC Vios and Big-Z.

So cheers to you guys!

P.S Inthira- Big-Z misses all the fights you guys have..and Congratulations on the cutest cutest cutest baby boy~

Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance. ~ George Bernard Shaw~

In view of my recent inactivity here, let me first say I was in no form ignoring my readers..it has just simply been a time when its almost impossible to even find the time to finish my Moonstone novel, so much so, that I almost downloaded the movie version instead (gasp!)

And due to the strenous and stressfull and time consuming work I have had, I did indeed ignore a couple of other things. I ignored visiting some good friends(sorry Geets! I owe you tequila shots, big time!) and I ignored my HBO classes. Socialism is something I told myself to never forsake, since I knew someone once who would ignore my messages, only to contact me days later after I had finished running through the obituary column looking for his name. Hence my apologies to whomever I had to cancel out on..

So I made this list..10 things which I think are pretty easy and probably should be ignored and 10 things I think are hard to ignore, lets see:

Ignorable stuff

1. The consistent nag of someone who you don’t want to hear.
2. The sampah on the streets that have become such a norm for city living.
3. The email marked URGENT but it really isnt.
4. The ringing of the telephone, though that’s debatable looking at the number of people who would rather look at their phones than the people sitting across them
5. The people sitting across you
6. The bills
7. The vaccum cleaner running when you are sleeping in on a Saturday
8.  The No-U Turn sign- when the road is empty laaa-
9. The Brain, before you bungee jump
10. Sales people

And my list of things least likely to be ignored:

1. The cute guy crossing the street
2. Johny Depp
3. Backstreet Boys songs
4. The smell of the food cooking in the kitchen
5. Lego on the floor
6. The cat meow-ing at 2am
7. The cute handbag crossing the street
8. Cupcakes
9.  The coffee machine in the morning
10. Freebies..come on, we simply sign up for credit cards because of the freebies, otherwise we ignore the sales people completely

But these are mostly material things and one thing we probably should not ignore is people we barely know. Strangers even. As a Mr SS recently mentioned that the highest form of  ignorance is to reject something before you had the chance to get to know it. (And boy. Am I glad for having taking that advice.)

Unless they are sales people, of course. Then sorry, you are in the wrong bucket my friend..

JJ