work work werk warrrkk!

Ah finally found some work! Been working for the past few days (5 days into the job already). It's a telemarketing job, not very nice as in the sit there and slack and still can collect money per hour job (referring to Cameron and his pit stop comfy plushy job) but it is not as evil as my previous telemarketing place. The full time staff are very nice people, very friendly and understand that telemarketing is a really god forsaken job, so they do not pressure you with unreasonable-ness.

I mean, if an uncle can't really speak English properly, what is the point of asking him to attend a seminar which is entirely in English? Well it's really a lot more relaxing to not be put under a quota for the day, so on and so forth. And some people are also very rude, even those (especially those) from so-called big MNCs. There was one German MNC which was so rude I had to put down the phone immediately to stop myself from raising my voice at her. And another finding: usually guy receptionists are more friendly than female ones, somehow. Haha.

Work again tommorow, at least the money is going to come in :/

Results aren't as good as I'd hoped, made worse by the fact that all my subjects are 4AU courses, which brings my GPA for this sem to a lowly 3.9/5. Everyone else seems to be getting above 4, which is a depressing thing really. COM230 got myself a mere B, which I suspect was because of the projects (I so nailed the exam, I swear) I'm not going to say any more, because it is pointless. Suffice to say, next sem I am only doing group projects with people who actually have a clue as to what's happening. 208 was kind of expected, I mean, Communication Research, seriously? 202 was screwed up, that bastard of a tutor really screwed us ALL up very badly. It is really sad that your grade in university relies highly on your tutor. Doubly sad that an incompetent bastard who isn't even qualified - a graduate student - is asked to grade the tutorial class. I mean this is a joker who tells us that the lecturer is talking rubbish, and constantly treats everyone like little children, thinking he's so damn smarty pants we all must kowtow to him and all, when really he's just a bullshit pretender of a graduate student who is just interested in completing his own course and doing his own research.

Who else grades a full scale term paper with just a pencil grade and no breakdown/comments/feedback/marks of approval/disapproval in the entire 20 page booklet? In contrast the other tutor was a lot more constructive, and obviously those people are the lucky lot to get better grades for COM202.

I think I just lost it in the ranting for a moment there. Well I'm quite depressed with results.

When is the stupid rat race going to end? It ends when I can successfully convince myself that I am already competing in the elite, so B grades are pretty okay. It will end when my parents finally realise that grades are not everything. It ends when I stop caring about the grade and start enjoying the process. It ends when I start doing SOMETHING REAL in uni.

But first year is finally over.

On the bright side I got my Hall 2 room (yay =D) and stuff, so am really looking forward to next sem in that sense. Of course, had to endure the customary parents' nagging about how not to piss off your neighbor and roommate and stuff. I mean seriously, I am a very docile and pacifist person, why don't they go look at the friggin mirror?

Like seriously.

I feel like eating satay