You Are Not Forgotten


Hiiiiiii I’m so glad I finally found time to update this neglected thing. I’ve been quite busy these few weeks and I’m always feeling so lethargic when I reach home.

Oh by the way, HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011 even though it’s more than 3 months late. I’m sure 2011 would be different from the past years as I’m gonna embark on a brand new (education) journey.. Well, if I get accepted into NTU to study design.  Having said that, I’ve just completed my studies in SP 🙂 Wow can’t believe 3 years just went by like that. From the day I entered SP as a freshman on 7 April 2008 to the day I completed my final module on 18 February 2011 – it was definitely a blast even though there were ups and downs. But it’s alright because between the down and up moment, your maturity level goes up by an inch 😛 And if I remember correctly I should be able to collect my diploma on 25 May. Til then, I’ll be working my ass off hopefully to achieve a fatter bank account, enough to sustain my next holiday trip.

How should I continue from my abrupt end to my 2010 journals? Let me start from my final module – internship, which carried a whopping credit unit of 17 like, almost half of the total CU for that semester. I shall not reveal the name of the company because I’m not ready to burn any bridges. But for a little hint, it was a magazine company which gave me the design internship.

Although I’m truly grateful for the design skills I was taught, I simply cannot deny the horrible experience I had there. Complete with mean bosses and terrible employee welfare especially when you’re only a teeny weeny intern, it’s just anybody’s nightmare. And the pay is bloody low. I bet after CPF deductions (yes you heard me) I could be the lowest paid intern in my batch. Like who on Earth would deduct a measly intern’s pay? That flirtatious-looking accounts person didn’t believe that interns are excused from CPF deductions until my lecturer gave him the CPF guidelines. I wonder how many interns were duped by their so-called compulsory CPF scheme before I came. And after I left they CONTINUED to deduct the next intern’s pay for CPF. How despicable and unethical right?! They’re also very calculative in our pay I CAN’T STAND IT. So stingy for what?!

And that’s not just it you know.

Apart from having to endure that awful breath my supervisor exhaled that smelled like a dead rat, I also have to endure her bad temper. Usually she’s very moody on Mondays, I don’t know why. But that doesn’t give her the rights to vent it on me. She is exceptionally nice to and fearful of the editor and bosses, which I don’t really blame her. But her niceness is a little bit extreme, like she is gonna lick their shoes. You should totally see how her tone changes when she spoke to me AND THEN to the editor or the CEO. Kinda puts me off, like I’m not worthy of her respect.

Being an intern there also means that you’d be under-appreciated, taken for granted and I freaking hate it. Like I’m some kind of their SLAVE. I’m expected to work overtime and leave the office everyday at 10pm without any word of thanks from anybody. And when I don’t, I get reprimanded for not working as a team. I also get chided for the small mistakes I made during those sleepy nights. !#$%&! The most absurd thing was when the entire company left for Christmas lunch last year, the interns were made picking up the mess they left (who wouldn’t be surprised we were not invited). We could only leave for lunch at 4.15pm once we were done. My overly controlling supervisor texted me at 5pm asking me what time I left for lunch because she didn’t see me in the office. FYI, my lunch break was 1 HOUR. And she was so afraid I took more than that for lunch and had to resort to questioning me. What am I, your prisoner?? And once again not a single “thank you” from them for helping to clear the mess. Well done!

There are so many other unethical stuff they do but I can’t say it here since it’s a public page. I’m boycotting the stupid magazine from now and while I’m at that, I’m telling all friends to do the same too. It seriously doesn’t deserve the attention it gets.

Because of the company, my tolerance level rose. Even after all the crap they gave me, I was still able to keep my cool and pretend to be a well-behaved, soft-spoken intern all for the sake of grades. It’s amazing how I did that.

Unlike my classmates who had awesome colleagues to plan a farewell dinner for them on their last day, I had nothing. No farewell gifts, no paycheck, nothing. Instead I was given a B+ for the overall grade. I was SO UPSET that night and my heart wrenched. I effing cried. Did my utmost best, gave my all and that was what I got you know. And the most ridiculous thing was how my supervisor who bloody gave me that demeaning grade consoled me, probably to relieve herself of guilt. She said something along the line of  “don’t worry about the grade. It’s not too bad” which really made me feel like stabbing her. It’s like telling the person you’ve slapped so hard it doesn’t hurt. You’re not the person receiving a B+ for a module worth 17 credit units you bloody idiot! OF COURSE IT’S NOT WORRYING TO YOU.

So it’s been more than a month since my departure and I haven’t received my paycheck! What does that tell you about the company? BULLY. ‘Nuff said!

Anyway thank God hell ended. It was the longest 3 months of my life. And the worst one.

Stay tuned for my next update 🙂

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