My Life. My Diary.

Someone please help me.

Here i am with another blog post. Nothing extraordinary had happened to me as of yet but somehow, I just feel that I barely made out alive from the past few days tornado. People often have the impression that when I'm all equipped with smiles, it's okay to give a little poke and push their luck. What they do not know is that behind all the smiles, lay a thousand knives. Wait a minute. I think i just did a translation from chinese. My Lenovo is utterly useless. I can't type chinese. And a stupid IT woman said I can't open up to more than five windows which would cause a lag in the computer. Hello? I do designs? How can I not have more than five programs open? Some people just have a hole in their brains, not surprisingly I might add. Bingo my little boy has grown to be a little longer, a little more brown, a little more jumpy (literally), a little more scratchy (of anyone including himself) and a little more bitey. He is biting and snapping like a shark now. Not to forget, his teeth are sharp like razors. He aimed for daddy's face last night. It's so scary. Like a little alien snapping away at your face. I managed to teach him 'sit' last night but two things i hope for is that one, he'd remember past last night and second, he'd stop raising his paw like the fortune cat the moment he sit. Bingo, you have absolutely no idea who your parents are don't you. You lucky boy. You'd probably be in shackles right now if you are adopted by other parents. I feel indifferent at work. I just drag, click, enter, type and squint my eyes for 9 hours everyday while listening to the aunties in market in action. Suddenly, I just want to laugh when i recall what i hear from miss loud in front of me yesterday. Miss Loud: yes? Mandarin oriental is it? Guy from the next line (i know because i was the one who transferred the call): blah blah Miss Loud: I know i know. I tell you ah, i call you back later ok? can anot? ok hor? Guy: blah blah Miss Loud: Ah, okay ah? thank you ah! byebye! Frankly speaking, if I'm her boss, my head would be buried into my hands right now and I'd probably hide under my desk. She makes fine wine feels like third grade wine. Why does she talk like a freaking coffee shop auntie?! And did i mention? she use, "Whatever, fine" to our clients. What a smart ass. And what did she say? She said she is leaving because she deserve more pay. *roll eyes a thousand times* excuse me? From the rate our clients stop calling after talking to her, i think she ought to pay her salary x 100 back to the company. The most hilarious comment she ever made: The company would never find another person like me. yeah. The company jolly well should change their interviewer if they still hire someone like her. They should just ask me to start designing a poster for "Closing down sales". Another auntie came to me yesterday. Auntie1: can you help me design poster? Me: Can. What poster. Auntie1: I want A4 size one ah. Me: Huh? You want poster or A4 size? Auntie1: A4 size.. Me: ?!?! okay... -___- Auntie1: I want all four bottles in one paper okay. you think can squeeze in the notes with bottles anot? Me: ya can Auntie1: Really meh? I don't think can. Me: I squeezed 10 bottles in one A4 size before. Can. Auntie1: Oh, i give you some examples ah. *hand me some papers* Me: ok. Auntie1: Mine no rush hor. THURSDAY can?! I think the people here have misconceptions aobut NO RUSH. My NO RUSH is one week in advance. Their NO RUSH is one to two days deadline. what the bloody hell. Can someone tell me why am i forever stuck in a work environment like this? Is it really me or am I just cursed?

"And this marks THE END of the entry."

10:20 AM