The only times I had been to a columbarium were attending sorrowful arrears for my Mummy and Jimson. Never have I myself being there as part of my job. Today, I set foot on the grounds of the GOR. You could say this was the Part II of CCPL.
Remember I mentioned about the nasty aunties from Part I? The people from Part II are like the reversed side of the coin.. "In other words, please be true.. " (Fly me to the Moon) ok..oops, I mean they are alot nicer people, certified "none-backstabbers".
By the way, the place was in the plot for cemetries at Lim Chu Kang. Seriously, I had no idea on how to get there. Knowing if the red line (ie North South mrt line) would have my butt aching due to the long journey (or even worse, I might have to stand all the way if it's unluckily crowded), I took a bus 74 to head where I presumed LCK to be near West. Unfortunately, Navfone on my Omnia revealed this was incorrect. It's located Northern-West! Hehe. My flexible mind responded quickly for me to detour - dropped off at JE, went up to CCK and took a cab.
Well well, had little trouble as I only told the taxi uncle that I needed to go to the Christian Columbarium in English, which he mistook for the Christian burial cemetry. Until we reached the cemetry did we reached an understanding on my destination - the ONLY cremation cloumbarium.
When I alight from the vehicle, the manager PY, was already out from the office just beside the lobby to welcome me. I don't understand why but I recalled myself smiling widely, initiating a handshake and hospitable words came out of my mouth: "Yes I am (you see, he inquired if I am Jason), I'm Jason. You must be PY, nice to meet you!"
The same gestures happened when I was introduced to the two other staff in office. Truly, I was extremely surprised myself. My behaviour was so natural as though it's my everyday business.
It was weird. Deep down I had a prior understanding of how niches were selected, the different pricing strategies, what kind of niches, what are niches in the first place. But I let PY took the honour as the thoughtful man explained retentlessly about how their trade practice commences when I raised a question on how their sales procedures are carried out.
Apart from being nice, I found PY is person of interesting character. He is an embodiment of conscientiousness and meticulousness. He pocessess marketing skills, I must say, I'm impressed.
Bad thing was I had to lunch with the staff. PY drove us to Farmart to eat the least food I'd eat on Earth - Seafood. They scooped clams (CLAMS for goodness!) into my plate. I was thinking "Oh no.. it's so inedible. It's seafood. It's super rich in cholestrol". PY gave me fish which I hardly eat because I wasn't efficient in separating the bones from the flesh (Jimson would have done better). However it wasn't very nice to reject. So Himbo Jason had to swallow everything..reluctantly.
After lunch it was like 3pm. I stayed until 6:59pm before I wrapped up. PY offered to send me but I was faster in dialling a cab. Lunch was already enough to be undermine my professional independence. Call me weird or strict but I dislike having my client treating me. My professionalism principles discourage this. Same reason I didn't wish to put up photos or links to the GOR.
Today's audit experience was nonetheless an eye-opener. Apart from getting to see the stretch of road lined with secluded camps and deep-hidden airbases, visiting the GOR expanded my personal encounters at the sepulchral vault in the capacity of an visitor, direct-involved party, as well as an external observer.
The Columbarium re-mould my perception that it is all about rows of HDB-flats for the niches. They provided spaces on which Statues may be eracted, other products such as marble books, pleagues and even garden-spaces. Real unimaginable marketing-reaped ideas.
Overall, the people are nice as mentioned earlier. Mens in their 50's. Just like my dad. Except they were Christians. Haha.
Speaking of which, 5 persons asked if I was Christian: the Columbarium staff, a taxi aunty and Darren. Haha. Do I look or behave like one? I asked, two of them commented I'm nice, that's why. Omg. I tell you, this was the exact from them, not blowing my trumpet.
I ought to acquire a new calculator. Left mine at CCPL's secretarial office. Which the secretary was unwilling to courier it to me. Nevermind. Sayonara my long-yeared exam-companion. "We've come so far.. from a dozen lands" (One People, One Nation, One Singapore), I mean it's time for us to part. *one tear*
Alright. This Free-thinker Jason, signing out.
Remember I mentioned about the nasty aunties from Part I? The people from Part II are like the reversed side of the coin.. "In other words, please be true.. " (Fly me to the Moon) ok..oops, I mean they are alot nicer people, certified "none-backstabbers".
By the way, the place was in the plot for cemetries at Lim Chu Kang. Seriously, I had no idea on how to get there. Knowing if the red line (ie North South mrt line) would have my butt aching due to the long journey (or even worse, I might have to stand all the way if it's unluckily crowded), I took a bus 74 to head where I presumed LCK to be near West. Unfortunately, Navfone on my Omnia revealed this was incorrect. It's located Northern-West! Hehe. My flexible mind responded quickly for me to detour - dropped off at JE, went up to CCK and took a cab.
Well well, had little trouble as I only told the taxi uncle that I needed to go to the Christian Columbarium in English, which he mistook for the Christian burial cemetry. Until we reached the cemetry did we reached an understanding on my destination - the ONLY cremation cloumbarium.
When I alight from the vehicle, the manager PY, was already out from the office just beside the lobby to welcome me. I don't understand why but I recalled myself smiling widely, initiating a handshake and hospitable words came out of my mouth: "Yes I am (you see, he inquired if I am Jason), I'm Jason. You must be PY, nice to meet you!"
The same gestures happened when I was introduced to the two other staff in office. Truly, I was extremely surprised myself. My behaviour was so natural as though it's my everyday business.
It was weird. Deep down I had a prior understanding of how niches were selected, the different pricing strategies, what kind of niches, what are niches in the first place. But I let PY took the honour as the thoughtful man explained retentlessly about how their trade practice commences when I raised a question on how their sales procedures are carried out.
Apart from being nice, I found PY is person of interesting character. He is an embodiment of conscientiousness and meticulousness. He pocessess marketing skills, I must say, I'm impressed.
Bad thing was I had to lunch with the staff. PY drove us to Farmart to eat the least food I'd eat on Earth - Seafood. They scooped clams (CLAMS for goodness!) into my plate. I was thinking "Oh no.. it's so inedible. It's seafood. It's super rich in cholestrol". PY gave me fish which I hardly eat because I wasn't efficient in separating the bones from the flesh (Jimson would have done better). However it wasn't very nice to reject. So Himbo Jason had to swallow everything..reluctantly.
After lunch it was like 3pm. I stayed until 6:59pm before I wrapped up. PY offered to send me but I was faster in dialling a cab. Lunch was already enough to be undermine my professional independence. Call me weird or strict but I dislike having my client treating me. My professionalism principles discourage this. Same reason I didn't wish to put up photos or links to the GOR.
Today's audit experience was nonetheless an eye-opener. Apart from getting to see the stretch of road lined with secluded camps and deep-hidden airbases, visiting the GOR expanded my personal encounters at the sepulchral vault in the capacity of an visitor, direct-involved party, as well as an external observer.
The Columbarium re-mould my perception that it is all about rows of HDB-flats for the niches. They provided spaces on which Statues may be eracted, other products such as marble books, pleagues and even garden-spaces. Real unimaginable marketing-reaped ideas.
Overall, the people are nice as mentioned earlier. Mens in their 50's. Just like my dad. Except they were Christians. Haha.
Speaking of which, 5 persons asked if I was Christian: the Columbarium staff, a taxi aunty and Darren. Haha. Do I look or behave like one? I asked, two of them commented I'm nice, that's why. Omg. I tell you, this was the exact from them, not blowing my trumpet.
I ought to acquire a new calculator. Left mine at CCPL's secretarial office. Which the secretary was unwilling to courier it to me. Nevermind. Sayonara my long-yeared exam-companion. "We've come so far.. from a dozen lands" (One People, One Nation, One Singapore), I mean it's time for us to part. *one tear*
Alright. This Free-thinker Jason, signing out.
