Thursday, June 29, 2006
haha, the girl who sits behind me (okay actually she's almost 30. i should stop refering to everyone as girls and guys.) isn't here yet. meaning there's technically no one in the office who will know if im working, or blogging on the com. *evil snort.
Gee, I have to call up tons of lighting companies, and request for information on their company when I hardly have any substantial details about what I've to offer. Drats. I detest carrying out tasks that have unclear instructions. :(
oh, and pardon for the outburst below. but sometimes darn, damn, shit can hardly replace fuck as the word to use when conveying the extreme irritation and anger experienced. Hence the expletives.
I need socks! My feet are freezing, and I've to sit cross-legged and tuck my legs in, so as to protect them from the blistering cold air-con draft in the office. :(
Today saw me donating my ever greatest amount of money to a street artist. Okay, street artist sounds fake, like too refined for the old man whom i donated to. He was wearing uber-loud clogs, harmonica in mouth and .. whoops, i forgot what his hands were holding but probably some horn or something. Wheezing into the harmonica forcefully, the singlet-clad old man was dancing in a jigly manner, shooting up into the air in short jumps while moving around in a circle. The clogs were going clik-clak, clik-clak, accompanying the music from the harmonica. The old man just seemed so sincere, and so giving his all. OHHH. I remember now, he was juggling some colourful balls with his hands. Pro right.
Anyway, I was touched to say the least, my heart went out to him and I dropped a $2 note into his hat. Felt a slight pang of regret when I saw the manyy notes and coins already there though. Like, maybe he didnt need so much. But ohwells! $2 is hardly any loss to me, or you if you think about it. So hopefully, he's got nice people taking care of and loving him.
Arghh, I dont wanna return to calling people up.
Bleah.
Will be venturing into cheapo-stuffs-clad Bugis Street with Yiqiao later.
And I've developed ALL MY PHOTOS. A whooping grand sum of five hundred and sixty five photos. No joke!! I lugged the bagful of photos from Tanjong Pagar to Bukit Batok, and I swore they weigh at least 3kg.
Anyway, I was quite shocked with the lack of sense of responsiblity in the Kodak Staff. They didn't even bother to check through my whole bag of photos, and only when I began rifling through them out of boredom while they processed my GoCard, that I saw unfamiliar faces staring up at me.
There was like 50 photos from someone else's camera stashed with mine! GEE! The least the Kodak people could do when I informed them about that was to thank me for saving their asses. But no, they behaved like it was an everyday affair (probably is) to have photos misplaced.
"Yar, they're not yours." and just took the photos away from me. Leaving me all befuddled and highly suspecting if they've got some of MY photos mingled with other customers'. (and so I came home and counted every one of my photos, at least my photos were safely in my hands.)
Holidaying in July anyone?
Gee, I have to call up tons of lighting companies, and request for information on their company when I hardly have any substantial details about what I've to offer. Drats. I detest carrying out tasks that have unclear instructions. :(
oh, and pardon for the outburst below. but sometimes darn, damn, shit can hardly replace fuck as the word to use when conveying the extreme irritation and anger experienced. Hence the expletives.
I need socks! My feet are freezing, and I've to sit cross-legged and tuck my legs in, so as to protect them from the blistering cold air-con draft in the office. :(
Today saw me donating my ever greatest amount of money to a street artist. Okay, street artist sounds fake, like too refined for the old man whom i donated to. He was wearing uber-loud clogs, harmonica in mouth and .. whoops, i forgot what his hands were holding but probably some horn or something. Wheezing into the harmonica forcefully, the singlet-clad old man was dancing in a jigly manner, shooting up into the air in short jumps while moving around in a circle. The clogs were going clik-clak, clik-clak, accompanying the music from the harmonica. The old man just seemed so sincere, and so giving his all. OHHH. I remember now, he was juggling some colourful balls with his hands. Pro right.
Anyway, I was touched to say the least, my heart went out to him and I dropped a $2 note into his hat. Felt a slight pang of regret when I saw the manyy notes and coins already there though. Like, maybe he didnt need so much. But ohwells! $2 is hardly any loss to me, or you if you think about it. So hopefully, he's got nice people taking care of and loving him.
Arghh, I dont wanna return to calling people up.
Bleah.
Will be venturing into cheapo-stuffs-clad Bugis Street with Yiqiao later.
And I've developed ALL MY PHOTOS. A whooping grand sum of five hundred and sixty five photos. No joke!! I lugged the bagful of photos from Tanjong Pagar to Bukit Batok, and I swore they weigh at least 3kg.
Anyway, I was quite shocked with the lack of sense of responsiblity in the Kodak Staff. They didn't even bother to check through my whole bag of photos, and only when I began rifling through them out of boredom while they processed my GoCard, that I saw unfamiliar faces staring up at me.
There was like 50 photos from someone else's camera stashed with mine! GEE! The least the Kodak people could do when I informed them about that was to thank me for saving their asses. But no, they behaved like it was an everyday affair (probably is) to have photos misplaced.
"Yar, they're not yours." and just took the photos away from me. Leaving me all befuddled and highly suspecting if they've got some of MY photos mingled with other customers'. (and so I came home and counted every one of my photos, at least my photos were safely in my hands.)
Holidaying in July anyone?
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 12:57 PM.
