Me, Myself and I

"when u pay peanuts u hire monkeys." how fitting. i'm such a terrible employee. i swear if i ever hire myself i'll fucking fire myself. but now, i'm a believer. i firmly believe the more u pay a person the better the quality of work u'll get. if i were earning $10 per hour working at the ware house u can be assured that i'll be mopping the floor during lunch. but as it stands now... the only thing i do with regularity is slack. slack slack and then slack some more. time to work? NO FUCKING WAY. it takes me 10 mins to find a piece of equipment when i actually find it in 1 mins. i just spend the other 9 walking ard, talking to the nice people there, sitting and staring into space. my analogy is this, since u fucking pay me $5, u jolly fucking well make do with my five bucks worth of effort. sounds wrong? just bite me.

working over time today was a breeze. after my boss finally told me my over time rate, i was so disgusted, i didnt do a single thing during over time. i miraculously lost my way on the way to the rubbish dump.haha, took me 1 hr to throw the rubbish away. LOL. beat that. actually i was at mac's with this other chinese china (china chinese....) factory worker eating and talking. HA. that's wat u get for giving me no extra pay for working over time. bastard. and that china gal actually said this，"ur so lucky to be getting paid ur normal rate for over time." doesnt she know that pple get paid ABOVE their normal rate for working over time...? man, no wonder ur from china. out conversation mainly consisted of her speaking in chinese and me answering in english. how interesting. i didnt catch 3/4 of wat she was saying.

i bet she didnt catch 3/4 of wat i was saying either. the akward silence didnt become so akward after a while. we were getting used to it. but i did catch one thing though. she get's 25 a day. man, i bet she moon lights at geylang juding from her taste in clothes and watches. (she's a hottie). but that doesnt mean i'm interested. aint no way i'm marrying a china chinese. my god. wat blesphemy.

anyways beside this monkey there, there's my supervisor. this 50 plus year old man who's anti computer. he absolutely hates the idea of us computerizing the entire ware house. i mean wat's the big deal about catalouging everything into a computer program so u know where everything is, how much is left, where u sent them to. it's a whole lot more efficient that fucking writing things down on a card and then stuicking the damn card on the box. no wonder ur just a fucking senior store man at ur age. learn something for god's sake. and a reason like," u know the bad thing about having a computer is that if the computer says it's there but u cant find it. then u die.". well fuck u. it's better than having a system that tells us the item is 1) there but we cant find it. 2) not there but we find it. 3) not there and we cant find it. if ur confused, just know that the present system doesnt tell us anything. period.

next, we have our INDIAN fellow store man. this guy's dream is to get his class 3 license so he can work in his uncle's landscaping company supervising other less fortunate IDIANS aka bungas to dig up soil and place trees in them. that's besides the point. he's the king man. he can spend the whole day absolutly doing nothing. it's amazing. he walks from one rack to another then from another rack to another. on and on, carrying things mind u (he's supposed to be rearranging the items on the rack.). but at the end of the day u take a look at the items on the rack and wala! it's the same as it was in the morning!!! i swear it's BLACK magic. plus he stinks.no i'm not racist here. but he does. he actually told me he doesnt bathe in the morning after a night of drinking because he doesnt see the need when he's gonna be sweating again. well 1 reason u fucking shld is that i'm fucking smelling u. that shld be reason good enough. no wonder senile old store man who hates all things electronic doesnt want to talk to u. he'll probably faint before he gets 3 sentences out.


met an old friend on the bus. i take back wat i said. there's 1 babe on the bus to work. haha, suprisingly she managed to get my new hp number and send me this, " someone changed hp number also dunno how to tell me. to think we were so close last time..." i almost puked. after everything i've done to u and u actually bothering msging me. u must be the goddess of mercy reincarnated. haha, good to see u again. but u looked a lot prettier in jc, at least ur hair did not look like a bowl and ur smile was so much sweeter that. guess u've just seen too much of the world as well? sorry for wat i did in the past, i tot i wld live forever and so did u. but then again, i dun think u actually blamed me. i kind of blamed myself and that's why i vanished without a trace. amazing how u can bothering hitting me on the head when u so obviously knew i pretended to be asleep everytime i saw u standing at the bus stop. and i'm still blaming myself so stop saying it's okay. it doesnt work that way for me. u've not forgiven me till i forgive myself. haha, dun worry, we'll catch up soon once i end work and i promise i wun vanish this time. at least u have my new hp number. ha. and u know where i'm staying... no questions there.


oh and go listen to crazy frog by axel. it's the number hit in the uk. rocks. after ten seconds u'll either say fucking ah beng. or u'll be laughing ur ass off and swaying to the grove. trust me on this.