Different kind of Office Shit

CROP DUSTING: When farting, you walk briskly around the office so the smell is not in your area and everyone else gets a whiff but doesn?t know where it came from. Be careful when you do this. Do not stop until the full fart has been expelled. Walk an extra 30 feet to make sure the smell has left your pants.

FLY BY:
This is the act of scouting out a bathroom before pooping. Walk in and check for other poopers. If there are others in the bathroom, leave and come back again. Be careful not to become a FREQUENT FLYER. People may become suspicious if they catch you constantly going into the bathroom.

ESCAPEE:
This is a fart that slips out while taking a leak at the urinal or forcing a poop in a stall. This is usually accompanied by a sudden wave of embarrassment. If you release an escapee, do not acknowledge it. Pretend it did not happen. If you are standing next to the farter in the urinal, pretend you did not hear it. No one likes an escapee. It is uncomfortable for all involved. Making a joke or laughing makes both parties feel uneasy.

JAILBREAK:
When forcing a poop, several farts slip out at a machine gun pace. This is usually a side effect of diarrhea or a hangover. If this should happen, do not panic. Remain in the stall until everyone has left the bathroom to spare everyone the awkwardness of what just occurred.

COURTESY FLUSH:
The act of flushing the toilet the instant the poop hits the water. This reduces the amount of air time the poop has to stink up the bathroom. This can help you avoid being caught doing the WALK OF SHAME.

WALK OF SHAME:
Walking from the stall, to the sink, to the door after you have just stunk the bathroom. This can be a very uncomfortable moment if someone walks in and busts you. As with farts, it is best to pretend that the smell does not exist. This very uncomfortable walk can be avoided with the use of the COURTESY FLUSH.

OUT OF THE CLOSET POOPER:
This is a colleague who poops at work and is damn proud of it. You will often see an Out Of The Closet Pooper enter the bathroom with a newspaper or magazine under his or her arm. Always look around the office for the Out Of The Closet Pooper before entering the bathroom.

TURD BURGLAR:
This is someone who does not realize that you are in the stall and tries to force the door open. This is one of the most shocking and vulnerable moments that can occur when taking a poop at work If this occurs, remain in the stall until the Turd Burglar leaves. This way you will avoid all uncomfortable eye contact.

CAMO-COUGH:
A phony cough that alerts all new entrants into the bathroom that you are in a stall is called a Camo-Cough. This can be used to cover-up a WATERMELON, or to alert potential Turd Burglars. The Camo-Cough is very effective when used in conjunction with an ASTAIRE.

ASTAIRE:
A subtle toe-tap that is used to alert potential Turd Burglars that you are occupying a stall. This will remove all doubt that the stall is occupied. If you hear an Astaire, leave the bathroom immediately so the pooper can poop in peace.

UNCLE lee:
An Uncle Lee is a bathroom user who seems to linger around forever. This person could spend extended lengths of time in front of the mirror or sitting on the pot. An Uncle Lee makes it difficult to relax while on the crapper, as you should always wait to poop when the bathroom is empty. This benefits you as well as other bathroom attendees.

Raffles Place Grass

I remember growing up watching the business news featuring Raffles Place as the backdrop with throngs of office workers walking past. (I know they still show it on television, but childhood images were wired into our brains)

I wanted to be part of that crowd walking there, with the green green grass as the backdrop.

To me - and I believe for many others, the lovely green turfs were the holy grail of the corporate world. And I often thought to myself: "Wow, that’s where real adult people work! Bankers and businessmen - they work on the grass!"

So after graduation, I got my first real job offer (my office was located in Raffles Place). I never hesitated and signed the offer letter, very eager to start work. I wanted to be near to that green Raffles Place grass.

During my lunchtime on my first day, I asked my colleagues if they wanted to join me to visit the green grass area. They shot me a quizzing look.

You smoke?
- Er, no…why?
Only smokers go there.
-Oh.

So I mumbled some excuse and went alone to the legendary grass site.


It was sore sight. Yesterday’s TODAY was ripped and strewn over the grass like the remains of gazelle’s carcass. Cigarette butts are snubbed on the seat ledge and god knows what have been left over the years. I saw a retiree smearing his slimy snot onto the seat (I vow never to see on that spot anymore).

My memory of the grass images called out to me. I reached out and felt the grass. It felt dry and prickly, a rude comparison to the soft, velvety carpet grass caress that I had imagined.

In my disappointment, I noticed that the grass had a yellowish tinge.
The grass was not green anymore. Or maybe they were never green in the first place.

Office Boys

In the traditional sense, office boys are lowly-paid assistants, delivering the mail, running errands, distributing stationery, etc.

In some banks, they can be distinguished easily. They are clothed in grey shirts and they can be seen taking an occasional break or two reading newspaper, playing their PSPs, or daring each other to take down the hottest office chick.

But I have to say this narrow definition can actually be expanded to include lots of people - people stuck in the back office, immature men who pass leering comments and lewd jokes, and unambitious individuals who carry out mundane tasks every day.

In the past, 'office boys' were often just that: prepubescent boys of 14, 15 who worked in offices. I’ll say let’s welcome and embrace the new breed of 'office boys' from their twenties and beyond.

They are the backbone of the corporate work.
They clean shit that you leave.

Love your ride

Train rides have always been a horrible experience. Well honestly, things weren't that bad until the recent years, with the avalanche of foreign talent into our trains. The authorities have decided to make things more pleasant for us by having a catchy jingle to get the commuters to love their ride.

Alas, the infectiousness of the tune faded quickly. Losing its lustre faster than the next train could arrive. Light praises of creativity grew to mild irritation, turning into muttered cursing and eventually culminating into overt displays of annoyance, each time the tune was broadcasted within earshot.

The images plastered on the walls and doors don't make things better. Face it, the Dim sum Dollies aren't exactly the sweetest thing that Singapore has to offer and also send warped messages to locals and foreigners. So they are the infamous sarong party girls? Are they getai transvestites?

The only grim message that does get delivered - your day is going to turn unpleasant the moment you pass through these train doors. The Dim Sum Dollies are the harbingers of that wicked whiff that will hit your nose. The rancid sweat ordour from your construction worker and the rotten fish breath from that hot office lady (goodness, what she has been having!). So..Please, will someone let me out of here!

Merry Christmas

Tis’ the season to be jolly!

Festive cheer ringing through the office corridors

Christmas shopping for colleagues

To fill the bulging wishlists

Along with the year end reviews.

Dazzling décor and Christmas lights

Office ladies clad in santa party outfits

Gearing up for their magical sleigh rides.

Of creambuns and raisins

For those olobs that hang out at raffles place, I'm pretty sure that they have heard of the legendary cream buns that left many drooling at the mere mention of them. Imagine yourself pressing your lips against those soft buns, smearing your mouth with the oozing fillings and flicking your tongue at those supple raisins..

Its an unusual sight. adults gaping awkwardly in raffles place- office boys greedily sucking from those buns and girls going wild at the sight of the shop-frame.

Elevating food sex to a whole new level is this bakery which moved in early this year- Barcook bakery. My sources (office meimeis) inform me that the shop has some Japanese origins (everything seems to be of jap origins these days). Apparently, they have another outlet at central to cater to the cityhall olobs. The endless queue of hot OLs and their gushing reviews finally prompted me to give it a try..

Like a ninja warrior, I sneaked out during worktime and mingled with the rest of the raffles place snake-eaters. The queue was already forming up at around 10plus, encroaching into the adjacent stores. People were sweeping the shelves of buns by the dozens as though they were golden ingots at very attractive valuations. When it came to my turn.. The auntie asked me how many? I replied 2. The hot buns were swiftly placed on my palms.

They felt so right. I stood opposite the shop and ate them on the spot. It was so so but hearing office girls' ecstatic shrieks and watching them milk their expressions make the whole experience a lot better. Word of advice : have them while they're hot.

Play. Eat. Sleep

Play. Eat. Sleep

I was summoned to my first in camp training this week. I approached the date with the slight trepidation of a newly enlisted army recruit. Add the fact that I was assigned to a 'foreign' unit different from my active days. Much to my relief, my fears were unfounded.

My initial expectations of 'chiong sua-ing' exercises were replaced by intensive nua-ing sessions which will put a sloth to shame. My heavy duty exercises for the day include waking up for meals, changing into uniform and making the occasional trips to the toilets.

Eat sleep. Eat sleep. Eat sleep. Repeat cycle for 5 days. In the absence of work and studies, you get the perfect recipe for weight gain and stress-relief.

I'm not complaining though. Definitely looking forward to my next training.