1. Yesterday, I was cc'ed on an email the boss sent out. After two years, he still spells my name as two words instead of just one (I don't get why people find it so difficult, but that's another story altogether) and I silently thought to myself: This, my friend, is why I am leaving.
I'm half resigned and half mildly irked when people spell my name as two words, even though I clearly sign off otherwise, and my email addresses also indicates it as one word. Usually I don't bother to correct with journalists, but with friends and people in the office I do.
Two years ago, I was standing beside him reading a proposal on his monitor. My name came up and I nicely told him it's a typo because it's actually one word. His reply?
Aiyah! Never mind lah, it doesn't matter!
Ass (large space) Hole.
Not that I'm really pissed off about it. I can't be bother to expend that kind of energy on such things anymore, because there are just too many of them. It's just a very classic example of what he is like.
2. This morning, a journalist who is known to take no nonsense called me up. He wanted to wish me well because he finds that I've been most efficient, unlike a lot of other PRs he has had to deal with (he said that, not me). And so he wished me all the best and told me to contact him if I ever need publicity for anything.
(As an ex-journo, I can attest to the fact that there are a lot of slow PRs out there. I don't mean absolute slowness, but a relative one. As writers go, many are ringing up with last min questions desperate to fill in the blanks so they meet deadlines which are like, now now now. So instant gratification is always most excellent.)
The phonecall and the list of well wishes from people I've gotten to know better in the short course of my work life are much appreciated. At least I know I've been doing something right.
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