By Vivian Ooi.
No, it isn't me who have ample guts to call myself a devil. Neither did I have a pair of Bata to be arrogantly annoying within 250 metre radius of my workplace, (at least not at this very moment when I can afford to buy myself pairs of humble Vincci's to get me ready to work). And yes, earlier was a brief description about a supervisor of mine, quite some times ago, somewhere, on the Earth where I did my internship. Not that I cannot remember where was actually all the 'sensation scenes' happened, but I'd rather be secretive for exclusive reasons. A short note, I'm neither Emily nor Andrea. And for heaven sake, I ain't Miranda though.
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I was at my campus that morning to send my monthly internship report. Missed my breakfast, followed by brunch, I was never determine to drive myself with an empty buddy inside. Yet, cheers to the job that pays the rent, an assimilation of effort and commitment came out of no where, aiding my right foot to press on the throttle of my car. Thanks to the good traffic and weather, I arrived. In one piece. It was 12 o'clock at noon and I went straight away climbed the stairs to the third floor of the building. At the same time, keep on recalling my short-term memory of the instructions given last evening by Mr. Devil.
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"Oh, tomorrow before you go to have your lunch break, make sure several things are done. Done here means perfectly done. I don't want to deal with all your incomplete works. Not to mention your pathetic excuses. First of all, reply the emails in my inbox accordingly, with the right designation this time. There is a broad line between Dato' Seri and Datuk Seri I tell you. I don't want to face all the sarcasms latter in any of my formal dinner, which for a matter of fact, a mistake done by an intern student. Man, what is wrong with Malaysian educational system? What they thought you at school? Okay, that is the first. Secondly, I need you to run through these paperworks again. And find me the report about the last case we dealt with. I couldn't find it. You must have dropped it anywhere. If I'm not mistaken, you were the last person to have that file with. Then go to the HR department and please gives them my travel duties claims for the last two weeks. The details are all in this file. Double check them. I don't want my June claims paid in October. Understand? Oh ya, after that....."
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The order list go further down to the deepest core of the Earth. That includes going to Toys R Us getting that fella's son a box of Lego's. Wrapped and with a tiny piece of 'Happy Birthday' card pasted on it. Written inside, 'Papa love you so much. Happy 6th Birthday dear. Love, Papa.' What the??
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Finally God answered my prayer. The pain in the ass was only up for four months. The pay wasn't that much that makes me can afford to buy an LV bag. But it is not about the mere wage I get. What's with the supervisor whose mission is supposedly to train and inculcates good examples and motivation of works in the future employee? The mission failed, period. Over 10, I did learn from Mr. Devil was a proportion of 1.1. That was very bad. Fortunately I passed my internship course and graduated. With flying colours for sure.
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To supervisor-to-be, be tolerant at least. We intern students are not your 'amah'. Even if you thought so, we're still in the learning process. We are developing ourselves towards betterment. And please, don't be surprised if the same so-called 'amah' who served you deadly bad in the respective supervision months, gets better position than what you do. At the same, exact firm of yours. That is why the word karma exists and it's happening right now, to both of us. I don't bother if you buy me a Starbucks every morning as a regular basis, because it does not alter my perspective towards you. 'Coz what goes around, comes around, what goes up, must comes down. Now who's dying, desiring to come back to me'. I reckon you Alicia Keys. And to you Mr. Devil, nothing change. Still, the same, lame, old Bata. Heh~
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