Phew!

Sigh. As things are currently somewhat slow at the office now, I thought I might as well write an update.

I've done it! I've managed to get myself a job in a factory! ;oP haha .. well, I'm not really working in the factory proper, being in the R&D department, but it's still fun, nonetheless.

Is the job interesting? It's too early to tell, I've only been here a week, where I haven't been doing much apart from reading manuals, manuals, and more manuals. And everyone speaks in abbrevations, it's so hard to follow conversations most times.

So I talked to the PIC at PVD, and he said that the LPTL for the PQCM1 came back NG and we can't proceed with Pilot Pro. We'll have to do an ECI, so call EIT and have them draft us an official copy, and make sure you tell PP that TA needs a copy, and to cc TE along with a TRF.

*crickets chirping*

Hmmmm .....

I kid you not. I go everywhere with my Little Red (Note)Book, jotting down abbreviations, then sit at my desk trying to decode them. Everyone seems too busy for me to bug, altho they did say I could ask them anything at all. Still, I didn't want to bother everyone with silly questions. :oP

Random observation: there are a helluva lot of Malays working here, but just about everyone speaks English quite well - what a relief!!

Uh.. that's really about it at the moment. No real work yet to enthuse about, so that'll have to wait. But so far, I like what I see, and I think I'll be staying for a while. I can't wait to see where I'll go from here! :o)

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Also, due to my working in Rawang, I've found a place nearby. Yay! Am finally moving out! Almost embarrassing only moving out at the ripe old age of 25, but this is Malaysia, the land where two-thirds of the population live bawah ketiak mak until they marry .. and even then half of them still don't leave home, so maybe I should be so embarrassed after all. ;oP

It's a lovely-ing-ly spacious stand-alone, for significantly less than the price of renting a cubby-hole in a shoe-box in KL. Rawang has its redeeming qualities, I suppose. Four rooms (FOUR!), with a small kitchen and two baths. Ok, so the bathrooms are miniscule, but I have a lot of space for a lovely garden with a big papaya tree already growing in the back. And it's in fruit! Lots of it! :oD

The neighbourhood is great, lots of people but really quiet. No shops in the immediate area, which is probably why it's so quiet, but with the shops only a short hop-and-a-skip away.

The neighbours .. ermmm .. well. They seem to be the .. how can I phrase this delicately? Melayu busybody. We had repainted the interior walls a bright yellow, and from across the lorong, across the lorong!!, Cik Timah can call out, "Rumah awak kuning, yeeeeeeeee?" We had covered the windows!!! And my immediate neighbour, the wife looks like one of the more regressive ustazahs I had in school.

*shudder* God, I hated that ustazah. All the answer she had to my questions of, "Why?" was to fix a stony, dumb stare my way, say, "Sebab Allah dah takdirkan, apa nak buat??", and announce that I would only find eternal damnation for my heretical inquisitiveness. Well, no, she didn't damn me to all hells, but she did at one point, announce to the class that people like me are beyond help and redemption. So much for being an educator of religion. What could a 'teacher' (and I use the term extremely loosely, she didn't teach me shit) like that do to an impressionable young teen? It's people like that who give religion a bad name, and here she was teaching it!

As an adult now, I am horrified. I am afraid my own children will go to school and be taught to be narrow-minded, to have their curiosity squelched, to be taught bullshit like that "ustazah" was trying to unload on us. By God, I hated that woman. And I thank God for people like Ustazah Fatimah and Ustazah Mashitah. Wonderful teachers they were, and wonderfully perspective religious people they were, in a world where a lot of people take religion on face value without bothering to, nay, even wanting to ask, to understand the fundamental purpose and meaning of it all.

Uhm ... back to my house. Yes, I don't like the look of my neighbours - it doesn't help that the kopiah-and-janggut kambing-combo husband never looks my way (his gaze always just slides past me as if I was invisible, I hate that, I always immediately distrust people like that!) - but I won't judge on appearances alone. She could be a wonderful person, they could both be wonderful people, but I'll be wary of them nonetheless. Always better safe than sorry. *wink*

Well, my place is lovely now. Not as complete as I'd have it, but that will be achieved in time. I shall be moving in today. I can't wait. :o)

By the way, am in good spirits this week as I just bought Mac's iBook G4 over the weekend! It's soooo cute! I love my new toy. *G*

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