BAD MUSSELS, BAD, BAD, MUSSELS!

I tendered my resignation on Monday, but it was held back by the Temporary Manager (TM) who was taking over Nic the Quitting Manager (QM).

Though I'd addressed the letter of resignation to QM, by passing K, the V-Biotene dog breathe, the TM refused to let it rest and insisted on taking over the task of deciding on my love letter's fate.

-.-!

Perhaps he was afraid of being tasked with the job of looking for a new candidate, he refused to let me resign, and tortured my mind with a very, very long one on one talk where he literally tried to sell the whole company to me.

I was temporarily swayed ( for a day), until yesterday morning when the Earth shaking news of came: THREE MANAGERS were sacked, because the Healthcare department was not making enough money. In fact, the HEC has been in the red for MANY years.

The news jolted me a little and I was more convinced of quitting. And since the TM was not going to let me go anytime soon, I went back to the QM and told him I was really determined to quit.

Sales talk can't stop me from moving on.

The TM didn't even bother increasing my pay so there really wasn't much point in staying.
(I later found out that the company couldn't afford to anyway.)

So the QM took the love letter, and put it through to HR.

Now I've officially resigned.

I had to somehow celebrate, right?

So I met up with Aunty Sindy for dinner and some shopping, where she bought a pair of shoes for her coming D&D, and then we went for dinner at Illuma's Empire State.

The food was nice, except for the bad mussels served. The lack of freshness of the mussels were masked with shit loads of cheese and seasoning, which explained why I could finish the whole lot of it without feeling weird until I started drinking loads of water, realising that my breathe smelt like dead mussels.

YUCK.

Not soon after I started vomiting, yada yada yada... and here I am.

Went to the bloody polyclinic, where today's patients were largely FLU patients. I thought if I declared myself non- flu, I would get a faster service.

BUT I WAS WRONG. I sat at the clinic and waited for almost an hour before the doctor unlocked his room to allow me in. WTF.

And when I stared at his screen (I thought he was having some tryst with a patient or something, to lock his room and take forever!), I saw a window with FACEBOOK-HOME.

WTF.

YOU'RE A DOCTOR, TASKED WITH THE IMPORTANT TASK OF TREATING PATIENTS!! But instead, he was locking himself in his cubicle playing facebook?!

TSK!

Anyway, I shall search his name out and add him if possible. He looked kinda young.

TSK!!