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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Tired
Im sure im not working hard enough but then again i tell myself i worked hard for the month.
Right after the NewYear holidays, i worked till 1030pm for the Monday that i return to work.. lets not talk about those drinking sessions, which i always categorise it as working. At the end of the day, i see the fruit of labour - PAYDAY.
TODAY.
I slacked the day, went to meet a customer in the afternoon then proceed to the branch. Busi-ness starts buzzing me... Maybe's its due to the coming CNY that makes everyone coming to the bank so often. the sight of the Q just makes me sick man! Thank goodness my customer came late, and doesnt have enough cash with her, and our rival bank is closed so she will come tomorrow instead, else i think i can have dinner instead of lunch already. Even when i sit down at boss table for my packed Fishball MeePok, he bugs me. He irritates me with his ocassional breathes down my neck. And his nonsense.
Last Sat was a NewYear's gathering at a Chalet. Nothing beats the cold jokes by our class guys, they havent changed over the years. Am so amazed by how they can crack jokes over the mildest things... Whenever i wanna tell those jokes to hunz, i cant, cuz he doesnt understand most of what i wanna tell!!
Hunz calls me a workaholic(im a forced one thou), cuz 9 out of 10 times he ask me where am i, im in office. By time i meet him, he would already have down a few jugs of beer. I'm there just to wrap up things and chaos... I wish to be like him, drinking at 6pm on mondays to unwind a bit from the monday blues... thou he doesnt have.
Im sure im not working hard enough but then again i tell myself i worked hard for the month.
Right after the NewYear holidays, i worked till 1030pm for the Monday that i return to work.. lets not talk about those drinking sessions, which i always categorise it as working. At the end of the day, i see the fruit of labour - PAYDAY.
TODAY.
I slacked the day, went to meet a customer in the afternoon then proceed to the branch. Busi-ness starts buzzing me... Maybe's its due to the coming CNY that makes everyone coming to the bank so often. the sight of the Q just makes me sick man! Thank goodness my customer came late, and doesnt have enough cash with her, and our rival bank is closed so she will come tomorrow instead, else i think i can have dinner instead of lunch already. Even when i sit down at boss table for my packed Fishball MeePok, he bugs me. He irritates me with his ocassional breathes down my neck. And his nonsense.
Last Sat was a NewYear's gathering at a Chalet. Nothing beats the cold jokes by our class guys, they havent changed over the years. Am so amazed by how they can crack jokes over the mildest things... Whenever i wanna tell those jokes to hunz, i cant, cuz he doesnt understand most of what i wanna tell!!
Hunz calls me a workaholic(im a forced one thou), cuz 9 out of 10 times he ask me where am i, im in office. By time i meet him, he would already have down a few jugs of beer. I'm there just to wrap up things and chaos... I wish to be like him, drinking at 6pm on mondays to unwind a bit from the monday blues... thou he doesnt have.