just when you think its okay..

dear dear on board
im worried and paranoid, cannot sleep..

just when you think its a holiday..

today, is melbourne cup day. where people dress up nice nice and watch horses running the shit out of themselves so that they could bet on them. most of them dont even know what or who they`re betting on, especially drunkens.

i, myself, had to go work.. woke up early this morning, but before that, i called chubbyface..

ring ring... ring ring..
me: alo...
chubbyface: eh, i is going out, in the lift now, talk to you later. *click*
me: %^#$*&$. celaka..bail me..

i doze off right after that. when i woke up, its already quarter to 9. had to rush my ass off coz i thought i was late. got there, made my coffee and the next thing i know, i was drooling all over my desk. half past 10 and still no one to be seen. minutes later, tom the fat-muthafugken-greek-cunt appeared with his muthafugken-fugly-light-blue-cheebye-range-rover.

me: whats for today?
tom: why not just clean up and organize the place a little?

i wish to say..."you fugken call me in on a fugken public holiday just to fugken do this when the fugken boys can do it on any other fugken day?!?"

actually.... this is what i actually said..

me: okay..:)

*i ended up sneaking around, reading some gay magazine around the corner of the warehouse instead*

.........................................................the only horse im betting is "Firing Tom".