Saturday, March 11, 2006

Flying high with the purple matador of Zambooka land

So starting work was refreshing. The two month long break was a much needed one, because hey. Anyone who knows me, knows how hard I work my ass off. I mean, it’s a fucking feat to get up religiously at 7, take 2 trains to get to work by 8.45am, boot up my PC, moan about the long week ahead while mentally preparing myself for the strenuous job briefs piling in, and then debate with myself what I should be having for breakfast. Then comes 9.15am, when everyone else comes strolling in and I’m yelling at everyone to hurry up cos the princess is already bloody hungry.

Then I start work at 11 and work really hard til 12 because it’s lunch time and everyone’s got to eat. And everyone knows a hungry bitch is an angry one. So we all go eat. And then comes 3pm when lunch break is finally over. Time to make that nice cuppa caffiene. Now, a good cuppa takes a good hour. There's nothing worse than not putting effort into something you're passionate about! 4pm brings about a great need to inhale some toxin into them lungs. Stupid foo, you can't detox without the toxins mah. After all that jingle-jangle, it's time to get down to business and I'm already thinking about dinner.

But that's all boring.

Now that I'm in this high-flying corporate world, I really know what work is. No one told me that using your brains could be this tiring. Damn the man to this shit. I'm a ditz. Everyone who knows me will attest to that. I don't make decisions that will affect the cosmic balance of the universe. I don't pick up the phone to check on things. People pick up their phone to check on me!


"Are you slitting those wrists again?"

"Popping one of those nice blue pills again, eh?"

But that's all boring too.

So what's not boring to you lah? I'll tell you what. What's not boring is me spending all the money I won in the Lotto last month. A hefty sum, if you ask me! I get to swagger into fancy shops and use the prestige toilet without moaning about forking out RM2.00 each time I want to pop my zit.

As a wise person once said, and I quote" How amazement!"