My Story..My Life...

Got a reminder from Kwanie to update my blog...so here I am...

Been too busy for placement and dealing with "bombs"...shall go into details in a while...

I guess most people already know that I am on a bad luck streak...let's recount all the events that had happened...

First, despite all that emails asking Shaun Speed the outcome on the change of placement area, I still had to confront him just the day before the start of placement. As expected, he said he could not find another placement area and was apologetic that I "slipped through the net". Somehow, I could not ignore this feeling that had been nudging me ever since, that he did not find a new placement area for me and was actually trying to brush me off. After confronting him, I finally received an email from him with details of our conversation...

Second, my contract with Dalton Ellis hall ended on the 19th June, which means I must move to my new room on 19th itself. This was with confirmation with the reception staff who told me that I would only have the keys of both rooms on 19th. Knowing that, I applied leave from my placement area in order to move all my stuff. However, on the 19th, the reception actually told me that they were sorry and that I could only start moving on the 20th instead. I was really furious at that moment, coz it means I would have to call my mentor and ask her if I could come to work that day and apply for a leave the next day instead.

Third, finally it was the big day to move to my room. And just like me who was having all the bad luck, everything had to go wrong that day... First, the sky was pouring. Second, I had a cold and my throat was hurting like hell. Third, the trolley I had painstakingly prepared was stolen by others just when I was about to move my first box down. When I was almost done with moving, I saw four guys with MY trolley. I wanted to argue with them but my throat was really hurting. One more thing, when I was moving one of the box, the bottom gave way and all the contents dropped onto the floor. Ironically, the song that my handphone was playing at that moment had to be Super Junior's Miracle, where the first line was "Life will get better". I don't know whether to laugh or to cry at that moment...

Fourth, my placement area is in Partington, the farthest end of Trafford district. So you can guess, I spend more than 3 hours travelling to and fro each time. My mentor pitied me and said I could work 3 long days (a long day is 7.30am to 7.30pm) in a week instead so I don't have to travel to Partington everyday. The residents over there are really nice and I like them a lot. However, some of the staff are quite bitchy and are those who talk behind people's back. There are two particular staff who I don't like for various reasons.

Fifth, one of the night when I happened to go to bed at 8 for a rest, the fire alarm went off at 10. When we were allowed to go back to our rooms, I went into the kitchen to prepare my dinner, only to realise a theif had stolen my ready meal. My big saucepan was gone as well.

Sixth, Rong Rong told me that Dalton Ellis will reopen on the 18th Sept. This means that I am returning two days earlier than I am supposed to. This problem is still in the midst of resolving. Then the next day on my off day, I received an email from the reception stating that I did not return my keys for my old room and had incurred a 40pounds fine. Picture this. At that moment, I was like Mt Pinatubo erupting. I called them immediately for an explanation. In the end, the lady on the phone apologised and said they were careless for not checking properly and they had made a mistake.

Seventh, after recovering from the cold during the changing of room finally, I am sick again two days ago. I have no idea what it is this time coz there is no runny nose or cough. Instead, I had fever for the past two days and my throat is hurting like hell again. It is so painful that when you swallow, the pain actually radiates to my left ear.

I had enough of all these already. I am tired. I have no more energy to deal with all these bombs. Whether it is the fengshui of my new room, or I offended "someone", I really hope all these will stop.

- i just wanted to say ...# ;