Oh My God I Cant Believe it!

i've said the unspeakable! done the unimaginable! finished the unfinishable?

after 6 hours of endless, mind boggling work that consisted me counting, stacking, counting, shifting and more counting, boss, strolled into the warehouse and screamed my name right across the whole damn god forsaken place. upon locating me and staring with malevolent eyes, he said,"azuan(he cannot pronouce my name btw), i got good deal for u. u can work ovet time today. and i'll pay u $5 for every hour u work over time." incredulous. i fucking get 5 hours for the normal working hours and i tot he was just kidding when he told me the over time rate was the same as the normal rate, my bad. anyway, i jokingly said,"boss... how can ot pay same as normal working hour pay. at least smelly smelly 1.5 times wat." that mother fucker, cock sucker, breast groper, vagina deprieved son of a lousy whore had the cheek to go, "azuan, got ot pay vv good already, i dun even have ot pay myself." well balls to u since ur the one deciding who get's how much. stinking lousy stingy piece of cheating turd.

i snapped. too many hours smelling the INDIAN who smells like over night deorderant and cant be bothered to bathe cause he's gonna get dirty again. in addition, i dun understand how me manages to look so busy when he's not doing any work. it's like he's stuck in hell trying to roll a stone up the slope but always sliding down. no matter how often i look at him he's always busy. but when u try to see wat he's done u cant find anything. perplexing. and one more bad thing to make me more anti indian. he doesnt wanna touch wires. i think maybe seeing the white and yellow wires stirs up some racial inferiority complex in him. maybe because NONE of the wires are black. they're either gray, white or yellow. no indians and mats thank u very much. and no i'm not racist. that weirdo told me that. i quote," hey, u notice they dun make any black or brown wires. i think they're fucking racist. anyway i'm not going to pack the wires. i like boxes i'll just pack the boxes. i touch the wires.". wat ever happens once u've finished packing the boxes my stinky and weird friend. if u havent notice, the boxes are done. wat's left are the wires that just dun happen to come in ur fucking colour. grow up. at least the markers we're using is black. u dun see us using yellow or brown or white markers now do u? are we guilty of favouring u indians then? perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

fuck off.

fuck off.

and once again for good measure. fuck off.

plus working with mr stone age who is anti anything more technologically advanced than a pen can set u back a few years. no kidding about that man. which brings me to another point. u can be working with nice people but u dun want to work with them because they are dumb. everyone who i've told that i intend to quit because working there is fucked up goes, "but u said the people are nice." YES! the people ARE nice. but they're either a) dumb (like mr blackie) b) ignorant (mr anti techonology) c) they're not nice (boss). which makes them nice to talk to, hang out with but i cannot work with them. they make my blood boil. no it doesnt even boil. it sublimes. there's NO BOILING. it just vanishes.

in continuation of the story i actually told my boss no one wld want to work over time if there was no added incentives to work over time. that fucker glared at me and said," u dun know how many pple are jealous of ur job. it's so good u still complain." now that set me boiling. "THEN U CAN GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO WORK HERE SINCE U THINK EVERYONE IS DYING TO WORK HERE. i aint going to work over time if ur not payin me 1.5 times and if that doesnt please u find some one else." note the lack of vulgarities. i actually do know when to control this unctrollable gap of mine. plus the fact that we were both talking so loudly to each other tons of eyes from china were staring at the two of us. me, young luke skywalker up against the evil and corrupt boss motherfucker.

that pretty much sealed my fate. i end work on monday and i dun even know whether to go to work tommorrow. anyway, it's a good $300 bucks earned. better than nothing. now i cant wait to start my suntec job, and heaven help me my tongue before it goes running off again.