Had two phone conversations today that I wish had gone much better.
First was with Fara from Esplanade,
and I wish I hadn't interrupted so many goddamn times
and brought up the loyalty workshop.
I have little doubt she'll think that I was calling simply to sell something.
Well, I did want to sell something,
but I also wanted to see how she was.
One thing I like about this job is that the kind
of people you meet are ones I can actually be friends with.
So Fara, Ramesh, Shane, etc.
So yeah, shouldn't have interrupted,
and shoudn't have tried selling the workshop which I would've known
wouldn't be necessary if I'd just let her speak and simply
asked how things were going over there.
Anyway,
the next conversation was what really prompted me
to start writing again.
I was interviewing a candidate for our soon-to-be-vacant
business development role.
And I actually stumbled.
Simple, grammatically-correct sentences became hard to form.
I wasn't nervous,
and I knew what I wanted to say.
I'd just forgotten the proper way to say it.
This tends to happen when I'm pretty sleepy
and haven't blogged in a while.
And man, there's a lot to blog about.
From my resentment at how my parents (my mom especially)
may have caused me to develop the OCD-like issue with performing prayers,
to neigbourhood preschools and their inability to give a shit about kids who deviate
slightly from what they consider to be "normal" (DIFFERENT KIDS HAVE DIFFERENT PERSONALITIES YOU INCOMPETENT IDIOTS).
But I don't have the energy or the time to handle all of that today.
Within the next couple of days, maybe. Hopefully.
In about 30 minutes, I'll be heading out
to HDB to collect the keys to our first apartment.
I should be happy.
It'll be our first apartment and major purchase.
And I am.
Just... probably not as happy as I should be.
It feels like it's a step back since I'll be moving back into my old neighbourhood.
And more importantly, it's a goddamn HDB apartment.
That means public housing and the restrictions that come with it.
And that's what rubs me the wrong way.
It's PUBLIC HOUSING that costs half a million dollars in
the most expensive city in the world.
AND they put restrictions on what you can do with it, too.
Even if you somehow make a ton of money in the future
and want to buy another property or two after the 5-year
Minimum Occupation Period or MOQ, you can't occupy any of those properties
and lease out your apartment.
Nope.
You've got to sell it.
Oh and by the way,
as part of the MOQ,
if you break up during this period,
the apartment goes back to HDB and they may compensate you
or not.
As I was writing this,
Fara texted me to tell me the gender of Ramesh's baby,
which I wanted to find out.
She'd asked Ramesh and then let me know.
GOD I love dealing with these people man.
Such a refreshing change from the past couple of years.
I think I was dealing mainly with data analyts and others from the BI and mapping departments
and while they weren't hostile or anything,
I never really did become friends with any of my customers.
Well enough of that,
it's time to get outta here.
