Dirty Jobs

Much as I love to receive a pay package every month (yes, even though it's a pathetic one)... I really dislike doing some jobs... you know... like chasing people to do work that is out of your jobscope. They can make up some ludicrous story about their problem and I would naively believe them. Or they can tell me the bare truth and I would stupidly doubt them. Cos' I know nuts about what they are doing. Yes... I've been hounding my fellow colleagues, in a different team, to get something done... And it's disastrously taxing. Up to the extent that I think my phone calls are now been ignored. But if I don't pester them, my lead and boss will pester me... and there we go in an unhappy merry go round. Sighs... It's times like this when I totally hate my job... I repeat. Totally. Hate. My. Job.

I recall some time ago that I said that I felt like I was in lukewarm water at work.... comfy but boring. Now I can feel the bubbles festering and it's f***ing (pardon me) boiling at times. I'm tired but when I try to rest, all the ugly scenes at work pop up and I just want to tear somebody's head off. OMG! I am starting to sound like super boy genius... Anyway, to sidetrack, a new girl joined our team today, a china girl again... Sometimes I wonder where all the Singaporeans work... in banks? ... anway... Ah Beng ask SBG whether he think the girl is pretty. And SBG's reply? "After I greeted her, I immedicately went back to my board." And he followed on to say that he's shallow. Hahaha! guys... -_-"... Ok.. end of my pointless sidetrack. SBG has the queerest way of saying things... so interesting.

Ok... I shall stop thinking about my work and try to rest... To hell with bad schedules and hectic plans! I shall just watch my teewee, play me piano and sing me a few tunes. And maybe borrow some violent games from SBG and shoot some bloody monsters' heads off.