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Sunday, January 11, 2009
Work Is? ; 2:53 PM

I swear, working is TIRING. It drains the living hell out of me. It isn't as physically taxing than it is mentally cuz I have to stare at numbers and names all day long and my eyes are going to give way soon. Another ONE month and at least I can quit if it doesn't work out. And I tell you, the first day after Andrea left, I got bullied. That idiot guy went fotchr a super LONG lunch and I can't go for lunch unless he comes back and Kris couldn't wait for me any longer so I got her to da pao back for me. The best thing was that idiot only came back after Kris came back with my lunch, at one freaking thirty. And so I ate at my table and people continued giving me work to do even as I was eating. So, I'm gonna say I DIDN'T GO FOR LUNCH ON FRIDAY. RAHHHHHHHH.

And food doesn't come particularly cheap at Raffles Places either. Transport cost is a bitch too. Damn. Money really isn't easy to come by nowadays. Now I know first hand. I just hope that idiot comes back on time tomorrow.

Anyways, just went to shoot macro pictures with Brandon. I'm rathered erred. There was this really nice insect on the leaf and so I took the first shot, then Brandon spammed shot it with like 8 shots? Then I tried again, AND IT FLEW AWAY. Stupid insect. We took a lot of flowers, then it started raining. Argh.

Again, I shall say I dread going to work tomorrow. Shermaine's constantly reminding me to go in later. LOL. She pm-ed me and told me not to go in so early, she said I should go in at 9.30am. NICE ONE. She justified, saying the perm people come in at 9.43am! LOL. Need to sleep early tonight. Sigh.


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The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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