Are you retarded? Common senseless

It has been a while since I last scribbled something here but I'm afraid I'm going to start off the very first entry of 2011 in an extremely negative light. Before you read any further, I'm warning you, this is a rant entry so go no further if you don't want to spoil your good mood. If you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, do feel free to compare your experience with mine and leave me a comment or two if it somehow made you feel any better, knowing that I had smellier shit smeared on my face or the other way around.

Ahh January! The month where everything starts anew and what better way to go about it than being promoted to a new job position? Old colleagues were all smileys with congratulations being uttered here and there, only to be replied by a sheepish thank you from yours truly. Hmm... what did you say? Treat you guys to a meal? Oh sure, why not since Chinese New Year is just around the corner and we really should have a pleasant dinner together, in the hope that some of my good fortune will rub off on those deserving of luck.

Nevermind the fact that my new salary is actually lower compared to my previous position's salary plus overtime. Also nevermind the fact that you guys kept insinuating and harping about my new salary, even though at the back of my mind, I'm pretty much aware of how much higher some of you actually went *ka-ching* at the end of each month. They're all done in good jest and I can accept that but tell me; WHY THE F*CK did you have to complain about the restaurant that I suggested in front of the very person whom I actually hold in high regard but didn't dare to invite - because he was not exactly in the same team as we were?! Can't you pry your eyes open a little wider and take a look at the list of email recipients before you open that foul mouth of yours? Announce all you want about how sky-rocketing high my new salary is but please understand that I can't invite everyone I wanted to as I still have mouths to feed, loans plus bills to pay off and not to forget, a wedding to plan. If I was given the liberty to enlist a group of colleagues who had been influential to my ascension, you can be darned sure that you are nowhere to be seen at least 100 kilometers away. Well, perhaps with luck, you would stumble upon the common sense that you've dropped approximately 97 kilometers away... minimum.

I know I used to come from the same team as you guys, therefore it's easier to have me step into your shoes and understand the predicaments you're facing from your very own perspective. We were and are still friends, right? But why oh why can't you do the same and understand my limitations? I'm on training but you're insisting to have me assigned for your escalation cases. Oh sure I can do that, just got to sacrifice some of my training time and what do I have in my inbox? You dumped me the whole logs, pretty much untouched without any analysis and with all the curls nicely done too. Yes, shit has always been depicted with a spiraling curl to the top, no? So now I'm just a tool to pass the shit onto when you have no idea what's going on with your cases? One of these days, I really have to borrow your dictionary and flip around to check for your definition of friend, friend!

Next, the person who always did things 180° from what I requested and yet, had the nerve and audacity to claim that I requested him to do what he did...

-sigh-

I think I'll stop here. Writing about these common senseless people only serve to make me feel retarded myself. Like what Stephen King wrote in the Dreamcatcher, SSDD.

Same shit, different day.