Not So Bright Today

I accumulated 11 days of leave. Yeah, despite being a temp staff, I accumulated that much. I even used 2 half days, which equate to one day.

Today, the HR manager came to break a news to me.

Everything said, in summary, one girl in HR department messed up.

I am not entitled to the leave accumulation programme.

That girl, whoever she is, even kept a record of the number of days of leave I accumulated for one ****ing year before she resigned and before the rest of the HR department discovered this event conveniently labelled as a mistake.

Doesn't it sound exactly like POSB bank scam?

I got a tiny compensation for this one blunder. But seriously. I don't care about the compensation. I have subjected myself to this shortchange for two years now that everyone is completely mystified every time they ask me about my job.

This isn't the first time they give me one news only to round it up with "oops, our bad."

Last time, they calculated my pay based on the wrong rate. Then they broke the news to me, telling me how instead of the normal rate, they accidentally calculated based on OT rate. They took one month to realise it, and said they would deduct from my next month.

Fortunately, I don't spend all I have at hand, because the amount they slashed was enough for me to feel like I worked for free.

I think the HR manager felt pretty bad about the leave thing that she probably put in a word for me to get some form of compensation. I don't know. At least that looks like it. She's also been trying to get a perm status for me I think. No idea... I'm just floating around as it is.

Do I feel victimised? Partly so, but not rightfully. After all, this is all just pros and cons of the choice I made. I just felt like talking about it, so that my preoccupation with it would magically be transferred to the internet and I would forget about it.

The bigger reason why I feel annoyed, strangely, is that I come home, ready to flop on the bed to nap for 30 minutes (I have been struggling to stay awake while standing in the bus during the entire trip home)...when my mother shoved a mop in my hand and said because she fried fish, she's gonna have me mop the entire house.

I'm super annoyed, so I'm here blogging. No, I don't blame her for wanting me to help out with the housework. I barely do it anyway. It's just a bad coincidence that I had not a very nice day, I'm fighting fatigue and now I'm going to cut my life short for five years, which isn't exactly bad news but not that good a news either. I'm imagining that I've been left to my own misery without being understood.

It's kinda creepy even to me how sometimes the way I talk about my feelings is like I'm talking about Science. My eyes are just goddamned tired.

Now to get the fucking floor out of the way before I rest my eyes for a bit.