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Jean, I can finally assume your profile- 19, unemployed and watches disney movies in free time.
On my last day, the dept gathered in the meeting room for me!
I told them, "I was expecting much worse after my first job at the Byford warehouse folding purple G-strings for men" and they all laughed.
Working there has been fantastic.
Over the 5 months, we had BBQ at our GM's house playing musical chairs (it is just startling watching these people fighting you over a chair),
Mahjong at my place, Ma La Steamboat after work and a private event at St. James.
They celebrated my birthday for me during department meeting, and found presents in my drawer.
I had lunch treats (attn: markers) and on my last day, came to work with breakfast on my table!
Damn sweet right?
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There are 30 people in my department, of which the mean age's 25 (I pulled it down by 5 years). 6 guys 24 girls and almost like our Ju Hua Jie Mei Pai in school.
There was Short Sean, who imagined himself a ballerina dancing en pointe whenever we crossed paths,
Marissa, who hounded me daily in the photocopying room abt the latest modelling castings.
Val and Agnes, the Photocopy Avenue people. Though we 3 were new, we have gotten closer than any of the other people in the office.
We would sit in a row at our desks, working on our endless pile while talking and talking, OTing our nights away (amidst Viwawa-ing and poking each other on Facebook). I miss them so, porridge buffet sooooon.
AND BB, our resident auntie from Malaysia.
One OT night, we called the Indonesian people, didn't understand what they were saying and so passed the phone to to her,
"You can speak Malay right?"
She picked up the food and without missing a beat she went,
"Hello, This is BeeBuan. May I help you?"
OMG WE LAUGHED AND LAUGHED and fell on the floor laughing. Thankfully the office was near empty that night.
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On my last day, I stayed up all night til 7am making 30 personalised cards for them.
(I sneaked to the toilet to sleep that afternoon, haha)
But it was all worth it, they cried. I did too. Terribly embarrassing.
That day, Shimizu san, walked me off to the lift and I started bawling my eyes out when the doors closed. It was an awkward 19 floors down with the woman from the other dept.
The GM said I was always welcomed back after uni, but as their boss next time. ;)
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And of course, I'll never forget corresponding with the overseas people.
With the Indonesia office,
ID: $^#&*!&...
Me: Ehh.. do you speak English?
ID: ...........I'm already speaking English.
And emailing the Thailand people,
(When they really wanted us to look at their 'previous quotation')
"Please refer to our precious quotation below" ROFLROFL. I miss work. not.
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