Happy alas..

Tomorrow will be my first day working with the Ministry and today also marks my last day 'working' at the University. I just got my placement letter from the Ministry only last Wednesday and in that letter has require me to report to the Hospital next Monday. Which I have to prepare the Letter urgently.

So last Thursday was my last day WORKING and since I only have 1 day left for my annual leave so I've chosen Friday to do my medical check-up after postponed it a few times.

The day when I officially tender in my resignation letter, I went to see the Dean although I feel it was unnecessary. However, after consulting with the Deputy Dean ( I still have no idea who's my immediate boss is) I should forwarded my resignation letter to the Dean himself. I went to see him that Thursday morning to get his approval and I knew that he wanted to see me face to face. That's my chance to voice out my opinions and the wrong doings done by the Faculty. I couldn't care less what he might think of me as long as I get my word across. Something for him to ponder about.

After submitted my Letter to the Human Resource Department with the approval of the Dean, I let out a sigh of relief. Finally letting go the unwanted burden out of my head. I'm happy indeed.

In retrospect, there was so much of unfairness happening in that Faculty. Let alone the University. Maybe some might think that I'm the guilty one. I don't care. I have my own future plans laid out for me. I got no time to sit around and being treated like I'm illiterate. I really feel that I have been tricked into being a all-rounder-doormat by these so-called academicians and Management and Professional sick people. Don't be fooled by their soft spoken attribute because beneath it were hateful, neurotic mask hiding, carefully not to let it show.

I am not interested to list out stupid actions done by them unto others (yes,I'm not alone) because that University were actually meant for them and not meant to share with others, the 2nd Graders. This people live in their own dreams and building up their own Colony. A spiteful Colony at that. Believing that the World owes them. I never thought how hard up these people are until I experience it first hand. Makes me feel disgusted.

On Friday, I knew that Ms. Bytch was furious because I left without telling her and she was absolutely angry when they (yes,they not HER) could not contact me because I have switched off my cell phone. She wanted her book back and documents regarding the Tender I have reluctantly opened it for her. I was very happy that she was angry because she deserves it. She's not the boss of me and I do not owe her any explanation, she does. To me actually. She do not have to talk behind my back where she could just tell me straight to my face. Which she didn't. Suits her well then.

Before I could end this blog post, I have a note to dear Ms. Bycth, I was never your doormat, freak! Why don't you get your own doormat! A husband perhaps?

Be nice or I'll cut you to pieces!!