Of Love and Hate.
I'm lovin' the commercial too. Has this old school, retro feel about it and I look forward to catching it in the cinemas everytime, before a movie starts.
Besides that, I'm also lovin' ice cream after dinner nowadays and sleeping early during the weekdays.
And I'm lovin' the surprise I got last night and lovin' it whenever I smother someone with a pillow.
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Moving on to something that absolutely rattles my cage... *ggggrrrr*
My ex-boss gave me two voodoo dolls to combat against 'evil' beings in the office. Bought in Bangkok, it has a round head and a matchstick body, fits into the palm of one's hand and comes in different colours. Such a cute little thing huh? I tend to squeeze its hard head and flick it around at its feet when I feel like it.

I brought it to work and hung it next to my monitor. Voodoo doll 1 cast its spell, over achieved its objective and the object of my aggravation? Let's just say she's not a problem anymore. Permanently.
I now need voodoo doll 2 to settle my latest obstacle (prefer to call it man-stacle). It was bad enough in the beginning but I let it be. I chose to be professional about the whole situation. However, war was declared after the personal attacks I had to forcefully swallow from him. The contents are still stuck in my esophagus. It will not go down. NOT YET.
The man-stacle will and must be managed accordingly.
The man-stacle will not know what hit him.
The man-stacle will pay, for karma will take its place.
I know my responsibilities (don't need you to educate me on it) and my job functions do not revolve around you, by right. You are not the boss of me. However, I'm a nice person and I will go out of my way to help others if I can. I don't need affirmation and confirmation from others to know this but everyone has their limits. No one likes to be condescended over and over again and made to look like a complete fool when they are helping someone.
Need I say more? Vomit. Blood. SERIOUSLY.
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