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i'VE BEEN TRYING TO DOWNLOAD SOME GAMES ONLINE AND UPLOAD BLOODY PICTURES FROM MY TRIP IN MALAYSIA BUT TILL NOW NOTHING HAS BEEN BLOODY ACCOMPLISHED BECAUSE MY INTERNET CONNECTION IS SO DAMN SLOW!
FUCKING HELL.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
It doesn't pay to be nice sometimes.
Doesn't pay to be a bridesmaid who offers to help out for everything, even when sick. Even though all I wanted was for the bride to have a happy wedding, I didn't like it when the Bride's dad insisted on opening the bloody door when the 'bribe', red packets for the Bride's maids was only $88, it's not like the bride wasn't going to get married off in time anyway. WTF.
Didn't make me ( or the other sleeping bride's maids) feel any better when it was revealed that the groom had prepared up to a few hundred dollars of red packet money.
*Expletives*
I'd even dislocated my knee while posing for photos. Doesn't feel good when all I got was $17.60.
*Expletives*
But nevertheless, the wedding went on pretty smoothly. That's all that matters, right?
(Who am I kidding but myself. A little part of me still hates being underpaid for all that bloody effort put in.)
GAHs.
So my knee is swollen, I had to limp the whole day, and the lack of sleep from preparation for the wedding has aggravated my flu. ( Was infected with a bad bout of influenza from P when she cough-sneezed next to me last Monday.)
*sigh*
Doesn't make things easier for me tomorrow since the H.O.D will most probably black mark me for not reporting to her that I was on MC in time on Friday. I knocked out right after taking the medication and didn't text P about my MC cuz I was intending to return to work the next day.
*sigh*
Doubt I'll be able to hold onto this job after my contract ends next July.
I'll just revert back to my books and be all poor and miserable all over again. But at least I'll be doing a Degree instead of another Diploma. ( I hope.)
Maybe my new retail venture would take off a little more than my previous endeavour, and I won't even need to work for others anymore.
=D
I can only hope,wish and pray VERY hard.
Queen bitch is screaming again. Fortunately, my ears are so badly blocked, I can only hear incoherent screams. At least her insults won't bother me.
( I got home after watching New Moon, and found the floor and walls crawling with fucking ants! Had to spray every surface with insecticide and then mop up those dead fuckers with detergent. WTF.)
Apparently the Bitch isn't happy with the job done. When floor mopping isn't even my allocated task. Shorty doesn't even give a shit about the floor even though it's her job. All she fucking does all day is to sit in front of her bloody laptop and play Facebook games while asking for allowance every couple weeks. WTF.
I wish my life could be so slack. I HATE BUMMERS.
*sigh*
Sleepy time.
Doesn't pay to be a bridesmaid who offers to help out for everything, even when sick. Even though all I wanted was for the bride to have a happy wedding, I didn't like it when the Bride's dad insisted on opening the bloody door when the 'bribe', red packets for the Bride's maids was only $88, it's not like the bride wasn't going to get married off in time anyway. WTF.
Didn't make me ( or the other sleeping bride's maids) feel any better when it was revealed that the groom had prepared up to a few hundred dollars of red packet money.
*Expletives*
I'd even dislocated my knee while posing for photos. Doesn't feel good when all I got was $17.60.
*Expletives*
But nevertheless, the wedding went on pretty smoothly. That's all that matters, right?
(Who am I kidding but myself. A little part of me still hates being underpaid for all that bloody effort put in.)
GAHs.
So my knee is swollen, I had to limp the whole day, and the lack of sleep from preparation for the wedding has aggravated my flu. ( Was infected with a bad bout of influenza from P when she cough-sneezed next to me last Monday.)
*sigh*
Doesn't make things easier for me tomorrow since the H.O.D will most probably black mark me for not reporting to her that I was on MC in time on Friday. I knocked out right after taking the medication and didn't text P about my MC cuz I was intending to return to work the next day.
*sigh*
Doubt I'll be able to hold onto this job after my contract ends next July.
I'll just revert back to my books and be all poor and miserable all over again. But at least I'll be doing a Degree instead of another Diploma. ( I hope.)
Maybe my new retail venture would take off a little more than my previous endeavour, and I won't even need to work for others anymore.
=D
I can only hope,wish and pray VERY hard.
Queen bitch is screaming again. Fortunately, my ears are so badly blocked, I can only hear incoherent screams. At least her insults won't bother me.
( I got home after watching New Moon, and found the floor and walls crawling with fucking ants! Had to spray every surface with insecticide and then mop up those dead fuckers with detergent. WTF.)
Apparently the Bitch isn't happy with the job done. When floor mopping isn't even my allocated task. Shorty doesn't even give a shit about the floor even though it's her job. All she fucking does all day is to sit in front of her bloody laptop and play Facebook games while asking for allowance every couple weeks. WTF.
I wish my life could be so slack. I HATE BUMMERS.
*sigh*
Sleepy time.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
My fingers are so blistered from opening wine and champagne bottles.
I can barely bend my fingers.
It feels like I've just gone through an intensive individual fencing training without gloves on.
Those days were decidedly bittersweet, but like all old memories, they always seem better.
Christmas is another 24 days away. Audit Season is starting its bloody engine and I've been continuously bugged by the Boss for my IQC results for Formaldehyde.
*sigh*
The results did not come out as desired and so Corrective Action is in order.
Interesting samples have been trickling in, and I'm intrigued.
My favourite samples are still alcohol though. =p
Queen Bitch has been throwing bitch fits since the departure of Ana the Fat Maid. LOL.
I'm just sitting by and watching her go mad over the undone housework given to the Sisters.
I just make sure my crap is cleared daily. hah.
I've been busy helping out with Shirley's sister's wedding, which unfortunately is going to happen this SATURDAY, cuz she has SHITLOADS of PREPARATION to do.
Tomorrow will be another busy day.
I can barely bend my fingers.
It feels like I've just gone through an intensive individual fencing training without gloves on.
Those days were decidedly bittersweet, but like all old memories, they always seem better.
Christmas is another 24 days away. Audit Season is starting its bloody engine and I've been continuously bugged by the Boss for my IQC results for Formaldehyde.
*sigh*
The results did not come out as desired and so Corrective Action is in order.
Interesting samples have been trickling in, and I'm intrigued.
My favourite samples are still alcohol though. =p
Queen Bitch has been throwing bitch fits since the departure of Ana the Fat Maid. LOL.
I'm just sitting by and watching her go mad over the undone housework given to the Sisters.
I just make sure my crap is cleared daily. hah.
I've been busy helping out with Shirley's sister's wedding, which unfortunately is going to happen this SATURDAY, cuz she has SHITLOADS of PREPARATION to do.
Tomorrow will be another busy day.
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