An ex-colleague phoned me this morning because he wanted to pass me an invitation card to some big boss’s dotter’s wedding. I left the company about 9 years ago and since then, I never keep in touch because there is just no reason to.
This ex-coll is 57 years old, use to be my buddy, a property developer and my gossip pal. We normally greet each other on the phone with ‘tango-tango’. So, after he had asked like five persons, he finally found me. And still, we start with ‘tango-tango’. Ahhh…what a nice way to talk, just like the nine years disappearance doesn’t matter.
So, after a lot of catching up, he asked me, “So you have been shaking legs at home all these years?” I told him yes but I am also earning an income almost three times my basic salary when I was working. The good thing is Bryan just told me I am hitting my new year resolution by end June. What reso? Heh, you have to find out yourself from my archives. So, it does give me a little confidence because you don’t want to be caught shaking legs at home doing nothing with people like my ex-coll. He goes vroom, vroom, vroom from projects to projects. Flamboyant, successful and full of respect. In fact, he was a politician before as well. Eheh. I tell you lah, when you are full time with no career or job to attach to you, you tend to feel a little freaked out.
Then, he asked me what am I working as? I said I am a blogger. And I know that word doesn’t ring a bell in him. So, I explained that it deals with advertising and internet and I get my income in USD. It is not boasting or bluffing, ok? But when you are talking about the greenbacks, people will perks up and give you a little respect.
This same thing happened to me a month ago. I went to open an FD account. The money are from my PayPal. So, I have this form to fill to open the account.
Profession : Blogger
I can get seizure if I am force to write ‘housewife’. It is true. I hate that term, especially if it comes from me.
It was a weekend and everything went ok. Then, few days later, I got a call. The chap said he is from CIMB and asked me if I open FD accounts bla bla bla etc. Then, the phone conversation ended. And the phone rang again. This time, my atm took it and Mr. CIMB staff forget to clarify my profession. He had seen the word blogger and it is not acceptable. Atm said, ‘Oh, occupation? Housewife.’ *inserts deflated music, give killer stare to atm* Tius, no one recognise blogger as a profession?
KNN, so you tell me lah. When I meet my ex-colleagues, what I am going to say I am? Housewife? No jek. My websites are more than my ex-companies. My IT skills are better than that KNNCCB LSLY System Analyst who used to bully me when I was using Wordstar. I had appeared in the papers more often than the Chairman and my article is bigger than his. So, you tell me lah, what do I say I am? Blogger? Ptui….don’t want wor. Bad reputation. How lah?
Adding this little pantun from Ahpek about me for that fuzzy feelings:
When I hear the word Mummy,
Or things about the Almighty,
The first person my mind will see,
Is this pretty gutsy lady.