Sunday Entry

Sunday

 

What a weekend!

 

I spent last Saturday starting from 12:30 a.m. on the Tender Evaluation. Presented it to the committee on Saturday morning, for the fourth day. The idea that they decided (on how to go about the paper) on Wednesday  was revisited and it turned out that I have to redo the paper all over. Why oh misters why… Why is such that you want to make my life difficult? You know, for sure, that the Board will decide anyway….  The oil I burnt on Saturday early early morning felt so wasted and I haven’t altered the paper yet. I’ll do that just before the meeting tomorrow. If they decide to revisit the decision, I’ll get them write the paper themselves.

 

Knowing that how hard I worked, my Immediate Manager (ImMgr), by the way, appreciated it. (WOW!) He was flying to Australia on Sunday morning and the appraisal gotta be done before he went (since the due date falls in the week that he’ll be in Australia). He quickly sat down on my computer, login to the PMS (Performance Mgmt System, izit?) and quickly ran thru four of my KPIs.

 

The largest weightage I have on my KPI weighs 50% and there are SOOOO many things I felt I have not achieved in that particular KPI. Despatch Demurrage for one, I never got the time to clear the hutang hutang. The big boss decided that I should concentrate on that. Then I haven’t gotten the CPC signed (for one supplier, the four CPC just got signed days before the appraisal). When my ImMgr hit “3”, (the highest point one could ever give) on my 50% of KPI, I just felt thrilled. I explained to him that there are things I haven’t settled and was about to show the evidence but he said I have burnt the night oil for this tender evaluation and that matters most to him. Relieved.. somebody at last appreciate my work. He never really praise me for stuffs  but he did, last Saturday. I couldn’t feel more thankful.

 

Saturday I fasted, the 17^th day. Then I got 13 more days to go plus 5 more days plus 3 more days for Nazar.  Weight by the way has gone down 1kg, say office’ scale.. But I guess after Saturday’s BBQ (on papa’s and azam zikry’s double celebration), Nik’s best macaroni pie in town (so pedass… sedap gile.. it’s Malacca Macaroni Pie, I’d call), Mama’s lamb dal on Sunday lunch, I think it’ll go back to 60kg!. I’ll ask Mr Scale tomorrow.

 

Azmady went for his two hours bowling training at Sunway Pyramid. I dragged Azam Zikry along and he fell asleep at Esprit. I was hopping from Esprit to MNG, to G2000, to a few others, then he woke up at Parkson, where I found lots of good top. Hmm mommy gotta come back to review the tops (Mommy gotta buy!!). He then refused to sit in the stroller. With him on the hip, we went back to the bowling alley with mommy making few stops to check on whether there are better offers than Parkson's. Daddy, but, still wanna continue with one more game which permission was first denied, but so kesian tengok his face, I decided to let him play one game more. Brought Azam Zikry to the aquarium and he was so thrilled, making some ‘oh oh’ at the aquarium. So cutee…..!Had dinner at Kenny Rogers, since we tak larat to go down to where all the other eateries are, and Azam Zikry refused to eat porridge Tuk Mama made. He instead walloped our Mac n Cheese, Banana Muffin and Baked Beans. Sedap, kan baby?

 

Just seen the finale of Apprentice 3 which the other episodes we never had chance to watch. I feel that the Tanya was very very defensive, very vocal and not the kinda of boss I wanna work with. Asyik melawan je keje, and melawan in a way that will put the bosses’ faces down. Attitude was not good, I feel.

 

Then saw Oprah, the rerun of interview of what the name, Mike Tyson’s ex wife. The woman was so emotionally and physically abused but who am I to judge on why Mike did so. Even Allah wait the Judgement Day to judge people, why should I do one now? My heart, by the way, went out for her. It must be difficult to be living in a house that was supposed to be filled with love but instead with all the anger, jealousy, kicks and punches. Feel so glad and proud I have Azmady who never leave me alone to wash Azam Zikry butt when he did that big business.

 

It’s one and I better sleep. Daaa…