Tattoo girls

There's something sexy about girls marking a tattoo and strutting down Raffles Place in those killer heels. Somewhere in the shallow subconscious of the male minds, it triggers a seductive call of unfettered sexual wantonness of the female.

This morning, I had the luck to chance upon one. An office lady in her twenties spotted along Upper Cross Street with a sexy feminine ankle tattoo.

The tattoo was a picture of a twisted vine, inked just right above her ankle, drawing attention to her legs and accentuating the delicacy of the ankle. Paired with her heels, it had a dramatic effect. Hypnotizing the surrounding office boys, making them trail her as if those vines on her ankles were leashes to our dog collars.

I guess the certain mystery behind the tattoo makes it alluring. What's the significance of the tattoo? It jump starts the questioning process of the male psyche.

Is she part of a gang?
Does she club?
Is she open?
Did she undergo a life changing experience?
Is it a fashion statement?
Does she love gardening?

Only she knows the answer. Perhaps the answer could be as simple as: Exhibitionism.

Ass Skivers

Have you even encountered this? Your colleague is sitting across the table from you, and you know they're fooling around on their iPhone or on msn because they have a big ass smile on their faces while auditing, (so they're definitely not working), and they do that for a decent amount of time.

Probably, and it's really annoying because team members should know that if they are slow, it slows the whole team down, and it precludes everyone from leaving at a decent time every day. Come on people, focus a little. I don't want to be here as much as you do.

Left b4 Dead

I have auditor friends (lots of them in fact), having been once myself. It is not something that I am particularly proud of, considering I only get grimacing smiles from strangers when I recount my experience like a Russell Lee true horror tale. If there is ever such a word called office bondage, it would be most apt to describe the plight of most of them.

Often plagued with constant deadlines-nightmares, late night OTs, angry reconciliations with girlfriends after paper reconciliations, heavy eyebags and pimple outbreaks, they truly deserve the public's respect and sympathy.

Sadly, few truly appreciates the 'dirty and gritty work' that we do. Often, we tend to elevate our status during networking/gatherings for the sake of 'branding' (just like how a pretentious zi-char stallowner calls himself a chef or a salesman introducing himself as an evangelist). Honestly, I'm not sure if I feel better when people project us in a more favourable light.

I must say I am used to listening to feigned exclamations of 'wa, you earn a lot right?' and people rubbing cliched stories of their friends-brothers-mistress-son earning 5 digit pay as a senior associate.

Sorry to point out, I have yet to climb to the upper echelon of the audit hierarchy and perhaps, I never will.

Long vacation

Just got back from leave to be welcomed with a pile of shit on my desk.

Looked out of my picturesque view of city hall from my client’s office and muttered under my breath.

“Nice weather for a day of shit”

What a depressing day. With each passing day at my workplace, I start to critically assess and question my existence as an auditor and more importantly as a human being.

Perusing piles and piles of useless documents. Generating greater piles and files of useless audit documentation. Working and toiling late hours casting figures and sums of monies that you aren’t earning, bearing the brunt of sarcastic remarks from clients, clearing silly notes and points from the bosses.

It’s the off peak season but it certainly doesn’t feel like one. I need another vacation, perhaps a permanent one, out of this job.