Now you can chat with me via my blog. Cool or what? (Check out meebo me after my chatterbox on the sidebar on the right)
If you, for any reason, cannot get on your IM but still want to chat with me, just visit my blog and see if I’m on Meebo during office hours. I’m online most days. I logged on to meebo and chatted with myself just now. LOL. It sounds crazy but it just proves that this IM thing (or widget, as the creators of meebo call it) works.
I don’t know if you can send me offline messages though. I haven’t tried that. Maybe you can. Give it a trylah.
Some of you may remember that I had written about how the IT peeps banned meebo. Now that I’m using meebo again, you’re probably wondering if the IT people had actually lifted the ban. Actually no, they haven’t.
I’m just using this other proxy server. It’s not the one which starts with 202. It’s a new set of numbers altogether. I have a feeling that a lot of people at the office aren’t using this proxy server. Why? Because it’s not set on the default.
I change to the new proxy server when I log on each morning. I staill haven’t memorised the new numbers (which I should). I like the new proxy server because it allows me to use meebo without interruption. But there is one snag. I have to key in my work e-mail username and password before I can surf. There will be a pop up box and I just key my details in.
I just do it once and I have (almost) uninterrupted Internet connection. For security reasons, I’m not going to divulge the proxy numbers here. If you want it, let me know and I’ll sms you. (Note: This only applies to staff). So, don’t forget. Meebo me! ;P
Pagi-pagi lagi dah emo
Why do our pixman have diva attitudes?
I experienced another diva attitude from a pixman at my assignment this morning. I had an interview with a group of speakers at 9am (they were going to be panels at a forum at 10am). The day before, I requested for one pixman to come at that time. Before any interview, I always put my phone on meeting mode – that’s equivalent to silent and slip it back into my bag. If the phone rings, I would still hear and feel the phone vibrate.
20 minutes into the interview, I didn’t hear any sound or notice any movement coming from my bag. Suddenly, I saw a familiar looking man taking pictures. I thought, “Great! He managed to find his way“. I didn’t think anything of it and let him take the pictures.
Then the interview ended and I went to him. The first thing he asked me was “Angkat tak my call tadi?” in an accusatory tone. Like how dare you come to me when you didn’t pick up my call just now.
In my mind I was like, “WTF?” But all I said was, “Alamak. Tak dengar lah“.
I could tell that he wasn’t pleased with the fact that I “ignored” his call. I admit that it was my fault. I should have put the phone next to me.
But hey, he has to understand, I was in the middle of an interview. I went back to get my handbag and checked my phone to see if I have a missed call. I did and it was from an unfamiliar number (his) at 9.15am. Hello! You weren’t even punctual. It’s not like I kept you waiting or anything.
Also, it’s not like I didn’t leave the details of the venue on the request chit (Note: When I need a photog, I have to request the services of one in advanced). It’s not my problem if your bossess didn’t give you the exact details.
That’s one thing I can never understand about some of the pixmans where I work. Most of them seem like they are incapable of asking for directions. Sometimes, the writers also don’t have the full details of the event. Sometimes venues get changed at the last minute. For instance, earlier the interview with Mr E was supposed to be in room A. Then the organisers changed it to room B. It happens. In this situation, the writer would ask the people around. The pixman, I can bet my last ringgit on it, would ask the writer. Forget that there are a million other people at the scene who they can ask.
One female pix person is notorious for that (not asking). Once with S/P, she called her to tell S/P that she was going home because she couldn’t find the address. She said that the particular jalan didn’t exist JUST BECAUSE she couldn’t find it. She’s also the same pixman who, at my assignment, waited for close to 15 minutes at an empty venue. She never bothered to call
me to ask where I was or ask the people around what happened to the event that was supposed to be at that room.
In a way, this female pix person is worse than the pixman I had this morning. This lady, and S/P can vouch for this, expects people to escort her to the venue like some diva.
Anyway, back to this guy. After I helped him caption the pictures he took (by writing down everyone’s names and designations clearly), I pointed to him that he hadn’t taken mugshots of two of the speakers. To this he said “why didn’t you tell me? Kan senang kalau ambik masa diorang ada tadi (he said this because the folks had already left for the hall). I takut
ada assignment lain nanti tak sempat ambik gambar“.
I was like “whatever“. If he had expressed his dissatisdaction nicely, I would have said sorry. But because he confronted me like that, fat chance lah. Seriously, I have no time for other people’s drama.
I put my pen back into my handbag and ran into the lecture room after him. He was way ahead of me. At the hall, he sat at the front and I sat at the back. I sat next to the liaison officer for the event. She suggested that I sit in front where my photographer was. I told her I was fine where I was.
In my heart I was like “Yeah, like I’m going to sit next to him!”
The talk started at 10.05am. As the talk progressed, I almost forgot about him. Until I saw a glimpse of him. I glanced at my phone and the digital clock said it was 11am. “Hmm… so much for having another assignment“, I thought to myself.
15 minutes later, I saw him walking towards the exit. Then he saw me and I was pretending to be busy scribbling on my notepad. He came to where I sat and said, “That’s all, right?“
“Yeah, that’s all. thanks” I replied indiferently. Then he left.
Normally, I would refrain from blogging about the downs of my day, especially those that are work related. But I thought I’d document the kind of crap that writers have to contend with.
Yes, I realise that pixmans play an important role in the media business. Without the images that they capture, even the best article would be blah. But can’t they just drop their egos at the door? I hate having to stroke the pixman’s ego just so that they won’t throw a tantrum. The worst is when they behave like that in front of the people we’re interviewing. That is soooo embarassing and so not professional.
Thank god for pixmans like C/C/M and M who are not only excellent photographers but also humble. God bless them!