Bloody PMS-ing and shits
Today (9/11) and yesterday(8/11) definitely did not start out on a good note.
I finished work late on 8/11, about 9-ish. MI gave orders to send out XX press kits the following day. Intern, A had to compile everything, prepare the DOs and what not. I went home because tomorrow's a long day ahead.
I came in to prepare the stuff for another client to be sent out to the media and the next thing I know, MI was shouting at me.
Dai lou, I also tired. I don't sit around in the office doing nothing.
Nvm, called J and teared a bit. Later that night, MI came over and asked me how was I feeling and all that.
I'm PMS-ing so I feel like shit.
That's biological.
You asked what I'm feeling so I tell you la. What else you want me to say? Thanks for yelling at me?
****
Today(9/11), even even worse. Yesterday, after sending out the press kits, MI had arranged for a meeting between the editor-in-chief of T3 magazine at 11am. And D was leaving for Hanoi and we planned to have a farewell lunch in Decanters, Bkt Damansara.
Prior to meeting T3, another colleague had to send some stuff back to another client. Due to the lack of transportations, SA sent us together. When I was waiting in the car, MI called.
Hello, hello, you kat mana?
Kat Uptown. Waiting for XXX and we're leaving for T3.
And the sounding started.
What are you doing there? Why are you now upstairs? Why are you there with XXX instead of going to T3 as planned?
Explain, explain, explain.
Dai lou, you asked me and XXX to plan with SA the night before and when we planned, you come and scold us.
I know what you like to do, you like to sit in the car and talk cock with SA.
If that's what you think it is, then so be it. I really couldn't be bothered anymore with whatever that was going through his mind.
YES, I know that's what you like to do. To sit in the car and talk cock with SA.
Whatever. I was too frustrated at that point to care what he thinks and is saying.
OK, I'm coming over to pick you and when you get into my car, I'm going to continue sounding you. Maturity does not come with age. Age is just vital statistics. WTF..!!!
As if I'm really not doing work, playing Spider Solitaire at work, surfing the net, browsing friendster, updating my blog, watching porn, downloading songs at work.
If yes, you wouldn't get your reports out, no one's gonna monitor the Chinese papers, no one's gonna deliver the press kits and you can bloody hell do everything by your own fucking self.
Bleurgh.
I finished work late on 8/11, about 9-ish. MI gave orders to send out XX press kits the following day. Intern, A had to compile everything, prepare the DOs and what not. I went home because tomorrow's a long day ahead.
I came in to prepare the stuff for another client to be sent out to the media and the next thing I know, MI was shouting at me.
Dai lou, I also tired. I don't sit around in the office doing nothing.
Nvm, called J and teared a bit. Later that night, MI came over and asked me how was I feeling and all that.
I'm PMS-ing so I feel like shit.
That's biological.
You asked what I'm feeling so I tell you la. What else you want me to say? Thanks for yelling at me?
****
Today(9/11), even even worse. Yesterday, after sending out the press kits, MI had arranged for a meeting between the editor-in-chief of T3 magazine at 11am. And D was leaving for Hanoi and we planned to have a farewell lunch in Decanters, Bkt Damansara.
Prior to meeting T3, another colleague had to send some stuff back to another client. Due to the lack of transportations, SA sent us together. When I was waiting in the car, MI called.
Hello, hello, you kat mana?
Kat Uptown. Waiting for XXX and we're leaving for T3.
And the sounding started.
What are you doing there? Why are you now upstairs? Why are you there with XXX instead of going to T3 as planned?
Explain, explain, explain.
Dai lou, you asked me and XXX to plan with SA the night before and when we planned, you come and scold us.
I know what you like to do, you like to sit in the car and talk cock with SA.
If that's what you think it is, then so be it. I really couldn't be bothered anymore with whatever that was going through his mind.
YES, I know that's what you like to do. To sit in the car and talk cock with SA.
Whatever. I was too frustrated at that point to care what he thinks and is saying.
OK, I'm coming over to pick you and when you get into my car, I'm going to continue sounding you. Maturity does not come with age. Age is just vital statistics. WTF..!!!
As if I'm really not doing work, playing Spider Solitaire at work, surfing the net, browsing friendster, updating my blog, watching porn, downloading songs at work.
If yes, you wouldn't get your reports out, no one's gonna monitor the Chinese papers, no one's gonna deliver the press kits and you can bloody hell do everything by your own fucking self.
Bleurgh.
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