retail therapy...

doesnt always work. i swear. not all the time.

I had one of the worst work week. i have literally 10 to 12pm meetings EVERYDAY. i have been running up and down up and down. contracts (5th floor), to finance (20th floor), to my dept (14th floor), to finance, to contracts, to finance, back to my dept. and it doesnt help that they are served by different lifts... i swear it sucks.

and you know what sucks?? (this is going to be too much info but i dun care. this is my blog. i have to right to write gross things.) i can only shit between 9am and 10am everyday. once its out of the time window. SORRY.... try again tmr. I SWEAR. and the thing is once i get to my office, i on my laptop... BAMMMM. 40 emails. kanninabu CAO JIBAI.... i can pretend like havent seen it... but really. i start sweating when i havent even eaten my breakfast... i tell myself to breathe... its 9am. i shudnt be panicking. "eat your breakfast first" i tell myself... but no of cos it doesnt work. i know how kanjiong i am. TAMADE.... so you know... being constipated is NO JOKE.... u get stomachaches but all u let out is air. and it pisses me off. FUCK THIS SHIT.

and u know what sucks more.... when i am clearing all the leftover mess at work when i am not even the bloody project manager. I AM ONLY ASSISTING by the way... bloody fuckers. it sucks like shit that u have not so nice colleagues who throw their work at you... and of cos you gladly oblige *cursing at the back of your head*. cos i mean what am i to do right? Say no?? you think?? ma de CAO JIBAI. and then when shit happens, all of them are nowhere to be found. bloody david copperfields.

thats not all. when your projects doesnt seem to be moving. it like experincing a whole new level of constipation. fuck man no matter how u push, some projects just WILL NOT BUDGE. IT WOULDNT MOVE!! and it doesnt help that when it finally starts moving... I HAVE TO GO TO BLOODY AUSTRALIA and pass my work to someone else... tamade. i hate to pass my work to my colleague... cos it may end up not being taken care of anyway. fuck man fuck this shit.

no joke. i used to think i can switch off after work. oh god no. wrongggg.... ma de its now past working hours and all i can think about is WORK. how much shit i am going get from my boss on monday when he comes back form norway. lanjiao. and i've so worried i cant go for my course on tuesday and wednesday, which i have been looking forward to since january, cos i have to much work to clear before leaving for australia.... FREAK its grooming course can. how fun is that.

aye... so u think.... retail therapy is going to cure all this right? WRONGGGGG. i just spent 100 bucks on a shirt and another 100 on a belt (bought it for a fren..... no i am not that nice. i just paid for him first) from Raoul cos they are having storewide 20% sale yesterday and today. MA DE i would have whacked that pair of shoes if not for the fact that it cost 200bucks even after discount. its PINK walking shoes eh how cool is that!

but i didnt feel good after that but i dunno what else to do.... i tot i could find some loser frens to go out but seems like i have either:

1. frens who are still studying who are having exams.
2. frens who have finished exams but have no money to go out
3. working frens whom i have just seen past 2 weeks so doesnt make sense to ask them out again.

So what else can an alcoholic do??? DRINK IN MY AIRCON ROOM, WHINE ABOUT MY SHITTY LIFE IN MY BLOG.... half thinking that a bus should have just knocked me down on my way home cos works sucks like shit. really. its like shit.

ta ma de. i am so afraid of going back to work. i am. i swear. i dunno how to answer my boss. maybe its time to consider teaching... i mean... how hard could it be right? it's just maths.

PS: to those i have spoken to on msn, face to face... or on the phone. if i sounded rude, its because of all of the above. it's not you. hopefully.

back to my martini.