Thursday, February 15, 2007
i dont like my job.
i dont like calling from a list of billion data and persuading them to sign up for U-stupid-OB credit cards.
i hate being a pest.
i hate it, because i feel like im cheating them into an agreement of something said but not done (cos they have like ten thousand other tiny terms&conditions to consider. the bank is gonna sue me).
i just, dont like.
sulk.
imagine yourself desk/chair bounded 9andahalf hours a day WITHOUT a personal PC. the only thing you can do is to actually do your work or stone while pretending to be busy. trust me, ive already mastered the art of stoning stage 3.
other than that, im just picking out my split ends. (what else right?)
but hello? just because yours truly is capable of hitting more than an assigned quota, doesnt mean you can double it up. i cannot, CANNOT live with a conscience like that. the only mean of covering up my guilt while still being at it, is to think about the commission snowballing other than a pathetic four firty.
thank god, siok wan is such a sweetpea.
thank god, bugis has good food.
thank god, the last hour of the day is filled with laughing goodness.
thank god, we're having NEXT WHOLE WEEK OFF.
or else, i'll choke myself with ALL my split ends.
but thelove has promised to make it all better. -takes advantage-
harhar oh oh oh,
-cup hands-
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY & HAPPY LOVE DAY!
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happiness is love. the key to happiness is to love someone more than yourself.
cliche right?
i like. :D
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kayly/
chuanyee.