an open letter to human trash

Hello guys, I present to you – human trash.
human trash

To put things into context, I am back to the long and arduous journey of job searching. The previous job I landed was a fail, so after a month, I went back to twiddling my thumbs at home. (And spending hours a day on the computer sending out resumes to companies/recruitment agencies.)

Somehow, an agent from Recruitment Agency X (we will call her Agent A), got in touch with me, and we proceeded from there, trying to find the right job match for me. In hindsight, I think I regretted this decision the most. I shouldn’t have approached new agents just because of their job postings. The previous agent that helped me get my job at StarHub was so nice and efficient, and I should’ve gone through her.

So after a day or two, she had two interviews scheduled for me the very next day. I was already not feeling very well at this point, let me tell you that. I could practically smell the flu coming my way when I sneezed. It was also around this time that I realised that I probably couldn’t commit to a 5 weekday job with office hours, due to other commitments that I had. I managed to get an offer for a part time job somewhere else, and I let my agent know about this – although I did mention that I would still attend the interviews the next day as it was too last-minute to cancel now. She acknowledged that, and said that I can attend the interviews and see which job I like best later.

Fast forward to today morning, the day of the interviews. I woke up with a splitting headache and a high fever of 38.5 degrees celsius – I was in no condition to attend the interview. Dropped Agent A a WhatsApp message, and bam. You guys can read her reply yourselves. Delusional bitch seems to think that I’m faking an illness just to back out from the interviews – which, to be fair, is a logical assumption. But a few major problems with this:-

1.LACK OF BASIC HUMAN RESPECT. Yeap. Nothing much to say about this.

Hello? I would think that by this point in your career, you would know that whatever suspicions you might have about your client, you do not say this to them in such a manner. I am nineteen, and I know that this is not the way. You could’ve phrased in in another way – “Get well soon! Since I know that this job might not be what you are looking for, would you like me to reschedule or cancel the interview appointment completely?” Polite, to the point, like how a working professional should be.

Admittedly, Agent A had every reason to suspect that I was pretending to be sick to skip out on the interview. After all, I did tell her that the job matches were wrong – I couldn’t commit to weekday office hours full time. I also told her that I got an offer for a part time job. Logical conclusion would be that this whole falling-ill act is to avoid responsibility, right? WRONG. I had no obligation to tell her that I got a job offer – I was telling her this out of common courtesy (a concept that she’s probably very unfamiliar with, in hindsight), so that she wouldn’t have to continue this arduous job matching process for me, with the false hope that I would take on the job offer. Does she really think I’m dumb? If I wanted to bail from the beginning, why would I tell her all this to give her reasons to suspect me? Or does she think her Ms Holmes skills are so spot on, and that she saw all these clues, that led her to this geeeeenius deduction that has to be absolutely correct? Girl, if people were so straightforward, and if all clues led to an absolute truth, and if detective work was really so easy… then you would be working for the police and not hear poisoning the world with your toxic customer service.

I hope that, for your sake, you get your shit together.

from SG to Bukit Indah pt. 1

There are two ways to travel to JB from Singapore – either via the Woodlands Checkpoint, or the one at Tuas. For nineteen years of my life I’ve been going to the one at Woodlands. Never have I stepped foot into the Tuas Checkpoint since it’s opening, which, ironically, was in 1998, the year I was born. Heh, talk about coincidence.

Since my family doesn’t own a car, we always take the bus to JB. Previously when we went to City Square Mall taking the Woodlands Checkpoint route, it was bus #170 from the bus stop opposite Kranji MRT Station. Things went a little differently this time, though, as we were going via the Tuas Checkpoint. Picking us up from the Jurong East Bus Interchange was the bus CW3, in all its bright yellow and blue glory. Unlike bus #170, which is a local bus, the CW3 is run by a private Malaysian bus company. Not that it makes much of a difference, except we can’t use our ez-link cards, and need to pay for our ticket in cash instead. The price was SGD $4 per person.

For four dollars, this bus ride sure covered quite a distance. The journey from Jurong East to the Tuas Checkpoint was longer than I would’ve liked, but I wouldn’t say that the ride was unpleasant. Although I am aware that this is not always the case (from anecdotes my mum would describe to me oh-so animatedly), the air conditioning was turned on at full blast, keeping us cool and comfortable. The view was also pretty good (by good, I mean as good as the views in Singapore get), and we were essentially travelling on a highway that was built across the sea. These waters might not have been the best I’ve seen, but they were expansive and danced brilliantly nonetheless, making it a sight to remember. Bottom line is, I could do this again.

My destination was Aeon at Bukit Indah. A departmental store spanning three levels, many Singaporeans will remember it as their favourite place to stock up on cheap groceries. Eateries in the vicinity here are very affordable too, more so than the ones you will find at City Square Mall (in JB Sentral, which you will find after Woodland Checkpoint), or in the city centre of Kualar Lumpar. Of course, this is speaking from a Singaporean’s perspective, with the Ringgit to SGD conversion making most things cheaper here than back in Singapore. Also, after all this talk about Aeon, you would think that we actually went in… but nope! Lunch is always of utmost priority – it even trumps shopping. For noon nomnoms, we stopped by a humble hole-in-the-wall restaurant called 面对面.

At first sight, this place would barely catch anyone’s attention. Peering through the glass doors, lighting in the restaurant looked quite dim, almost unlit. And in my book, unlit restaurants = closed restaurants… So frankly speaking, if not for the “open” sign hanging at the door, I wouldn’t know it was. But Ma who came here before only had good things to say about the place, so I leaned my weight on the glass door, and with fingers crossed, entered the restaurant.

Bestest. Decision. Ever!!! I credit my excitement more to the prices, than the actual food served. That said, the food itself holds its own too. Not life changing, but still good. We ordered more than enough for two – it was Penang Char Kway Teow for Ma, and Nasi Lemak with Fried Chicken for me. Then my cravings for fried food pushed me to try their deep fried dumplings too – Fried Dumplings (Original), and Fried Dumplings with Chives. After we finished all that food, we even got dessert, Chendol!


And only then, with filled bellies, did we finally walk through the automated doors of Aeon mall…

[Part 2 coming soon!]