Let Me PMS (in rojak again)

After a hard day's work, I wonder, is this all worth it? The time I've put in, the effort I've poured, the dedication I've demonstrated, are they justified? How would you feel if you've made yourself bibik for almost a year now, and the same vicious cycle go on and on? Mulut berbulu cakap, plan ni plan tu, but at the end of the day, semua kelam kabut. You guys (yes, I refuse to say we) are A-excellent at planning this and that, but at the end of the day, you don't follow through. Execution satu haprak tak ikut what you guys have promised to do. In the end, it's the same faces yang have to jadi kuli batak run around do almost everything.

Hm, to be fair, I don't mind doing the extra work. The issue is that the tasks were supposed to be done by somebody else. I've complained this one too many times, but I'm gonna say this again, I hate dealing with and covering up for N. She's always vocal about wanting to do this and that, aspiring to host so and so, but in the end she messes them up, really. The petition form she crafted was badly written or poorly proofread. There was one whole hanging sentence ". . and the people of Gaza "; like what the f?

Dia buat kerja last minute, tapi bukan nak buat betul2. I mean, I do last minute work all the time, but make sure you don't compromise the quality lah! Kalau setakat nak pull out a petition online, I could have done it for them! It was rather unprofessional having to write columns for "name, hometown, signature" on each individual forms. What more, it should have contained at least an email address to make it seem more legit!

And the others? Yes, let's bitch about the others. Mereka semua menghilangkan diri by the time the panel started, leaving K and me manning the booths. I didn't get to watch the biggest event UofC has ever hosted before because people completely got swept away with the program. 'Course, they also had friends from different universities come for the talk, so excited nak layan diorang lagi.

At the end of the day, it was S and I who had to do the clean up when everybody else magically vanished into thin air. Didn't they care at all about the petition we made everybody sign? Didn't they remember the money in the shoe boxes we plead people to donate? How about the signed letters to President Elect Obama they were insistent on having? Was it all for show? Let the kuli bataks handle the aftermath? Bloody shirkers diorang ni. Sumpah sakit hati, tak tipu!

S tu pun satu. Two-faced. She complained about hosting the event because the "MSA has never been politically active, and it's gonna look very Arab-biased that we're only doing such an event now". Not long after pura-pura chummy chummy dengan L and konon-konon excited nak kira duit in the donation boxes. Pleaselah, she was literally hiding behind me when this photographer for the Maroons came to take our pictures because she didn't wanna be associated with the event. Takut sangat ngan siapa pon tak tahu. Berani kerana benar, takut kerana salah lah! Darnit man, bengang gile rase macam nak gigit!

Another thing that I've been bottling up about S is the way she completely undermines my role and tasks. Or the way she rudely interrupts me in times when we're approaching people to sign up for events, buy tickets. She'd literally cut me off when I've started talking even when a person has specifically looked at me for the answer. How rude is that? It's not like there is nobody else for her to exert her "excellent people skills" on.

Besides, one person dominating the whole conversation and the obvious tension between us would look very unprofessional on our side. Eyh, move over lah bitch. Make room for this little ass. Kita buat kerja ni satu team, bukannya car salesperson or multi-level marketing punye orang yang kena lumba-lumba nak dapat commission.

Benci. Benci. Benci. Benci. Benci.

Hoooboy, just needed to get that out of my system. It's the PMS that's doing the talking. The tears should come soon. Don't worry, once the tears come, I'll forget this ever happened.