Someone left a comment that reading this blog is like watching Scrubs, but in text form.

That got me intrigued because believe it or not, I have never watched Scrubs before. (Which rock was I under?) So I went and got myself a grainy copy of the first season of Scrubs and I settled back in my bed one weekday night and watched a couple of episodes. Oh man, it really cracks me up! Especially that Dr. Kelso and Dr Cox. Also, I see some resemblance between me and the neurotic female intern, Elliot. It's scary. Does anyone else think I'm like her?

Whoever left that comment... thanks! Now I see it as a compliment :)

Anyway it's Friday again. I'm watching the clock like a hawk. I can't take the shits anymore. My ex-boss wrote on his status message today that he "sees incompetent people everywhere". He is not alone. I replied that it is because of incompetent people that lawyers keep their jobs. In fact, incompetent people made HIM rich. For minions like me, it just makes me lose hair.

To give you an example, my current boss and I were on a conference call with India and things got heated up. Pretty soon, people were shouting. I wasn’t doing any shouting because I was too busy trying not to laugh. Indian team says they don’t know how to do it. Boss says all the other countries knows how to do it so why can’t they. Indian team says India is India, other country is other country. Finally, my boss exclaimed, “FINE! THEN FROU WILL GO THERE AND SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT.”

I stop laughing and turn on the mute button on the phone.

Frou: (whisper) Psssst. What makes you think I know how to do it?
Boss: (whisper) Go figure it out and teach them!
Frou: (whisper) urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Boss: Why are we whispering? Are we on mute? Shit. Is the mute button working? Hello hello?

So there you go. Off to India (yet) again. Fourth time this year! ARGH!( Pappadums, anyone?)

On the home front, things are not so incompetent. The oh so clever Man has decided that it is time to strike some ‘balance’ in our relationship. By that, of course he means balance on his side. I have no problem with the current state of affair, which is he do whatever I say.

Anyway so he came up with this idea that we need to have a “trump card” system. Whoever holds this trump card will have the power to make the final decision. For example, if I start whining about him wearing his socks inside the house, he can pull out the trump card and say “I will hereby be allowed to wear socks ANYWHERE I like for this entire week” and the Frou will have to duly shut up. Once he used the trump card, it will be passed on to me and I will be able to use it the next time (it cannot be used to negate the last decision).

So, we decided to find a suitable token to be symbolize the trump card – something like the immunity idol from Survivors. We have been looking out for trolls and wooden idols – but cannot find anything suitable. Finally last weekend, The Man found the perfect trump card:

And this is what it looks like:

Sigh. Life can never be boring, can it? Have good one, folks!