Archive for March, 2011

Dog At My Door

March 29, 2011

So after a hard day’s work, I climb up the usual flight of stairs to see – a dog. A big dog. Right in front of my door. I stare at it. It stares back. I don’t know what to do, so I actually found a refuge at the community center, mulling options. At first I thought it was owned by a guest of my neighbour’s, but then it turns out she too was shocked by its sudden presence. So, still locked out, we called the cops, who called SPCA. Am typing this while waiting for them.

It’s a sweet looking dog, pretty old and probably sick. If I wasn’t so deadly afraid of dogs, I’d probably pet it or something. As it is, I can’t even stand next to it, because the confined spaces are really tight and I’d hate to be trapped between a dog and the wall. So I’m waiting at the carpark gate for the SPCA. They just arrived.

SY thinks I could have done more for the dog, but I don’t know. She says the SPCA would put it to sleep, but I sure hope not.

Anyway, there’s a happy ending to the story, because the owner, from the pet store opposite, luckily returned just as the dog was being led to the SPCA van. And another dog-man reunion ensues.

What a night! Doggone it!

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Dog At My Door

March 29, 2011

So after a hard day’s work, I climb up the usual flight of stairs to see – a dog. A big dog. Right in front of my door. I stare at it. It stares back. I don’t know what to do, so I actually found a refuge at the community center, mulling options. At first I thought it was owned by a guest of my neighbor’s, but then it turns out she too was shocked by its sudden presence. So, still locked out, we called the cops, who called SPCA. Am typing this while waiting for them.

It’s a sweet looking dog, pretty old and probably sick. If I wasn’t so deadly afraid of dogs, I’d probably pet it or something. As it is, I can’t even stand next to it, because the confined spaces are really tight and I’d hate to be trapped between a dog and the wall. So I’m waiting at the carpark gate for the SPCA. They just arrived.

SY thinks I could have done more for the dog, but I don’t know. She says the SPCA would put it to sleep, but I sure hope not.

Anyway, there’s a happy ending to the story, because the owner, from the pet store opposite, luckily returned just as the dog was being led to the SPCA van. And another dog-man reunion ensues.

What a night! Doggone it!

Reached My Limit – I Want HER Gone!

March 25, 2011

Inflexible, abrasive and generally nasty. That’s HER in a nutshell. I really really hate working with HER. I’d rather bear this burden alone than have to bear with HER too

03SF, Revisited

March 19, 2011

A few days ago, I bumped into Esther on the bus, and had a really nice 20 minutes catching up on things since we last laid eyes on each other. Fortuitously, a few days before, I had a missed call from Carrie, and we set up tea this afternoon, after what seemed like ages since we last met (2004?). One of the sublime pleasures of catching up with your ex charges is how heartening it is to see how they have flourished and, well, how grown-up they are. It’s like maturity was a film you can only peel back at the appointed time, and what looks back at you, who used to be untested youth is now a confident, assured fellow adult in the grown-up club. It was the same with Gen, and now I have the crazy idea of contacting as many 03SF ppl on FB and putting some reunion together.

WordPress 2.7, Do Not Disappoint

March 17, 2011

Coming so soon after 2.6.6 finally decides to work, I hope this upgrade augurs well for the app and reinvigorates my flagging desire to blog more.

And so, half the hols is gone, just like that. I must confess I haven’t swotted at the speed that I should have, or even wanted to, but sometimes some downtime does wonders for the soul.

60 More Charges Over the GP Hill

March 15, 2011

And so, while waiting for ML to get her food, and finding to my very pleasant surprise that the WordPress app ver 2.6.6 is finally working, I decided to blog the obligatory report that my 60 charges did go over the Hill and came out not in too bad shape. The A haul wasn’t too great, and one didn’t make it, but I guess I should be thankful given how particularly challenging this bunch was.

Not surprising, already the newbies have muttered discontent, and the prevailing sense is entitlement without having earned it. They’re stronger but just slightly. I’ve even had The Talk with one lot. I can only say I feel more confident, more secure this time around, and with a little bit of luck and faith, we will prevail again, with better grades.

And yes, why does it all have to come down to it – the G word. After the F word, it’s the single most vulgar word we on the T Job can ever fathom.