we had our meeting late afternoon today..
the usual bashings.. biasala.. closing. but i was in a perfect mood :
1. i found a furniture shop that can customize furnitures to my whims and pleasures..
2. i found a furniture shop that has THE bedroom set that i want, and need.
sekali sexyback got into a topic we all dread. Her. for my non blog stalkers (or for those whom has forgotten), she is this lazy, pregnant tiap2 tahun, miserable twat... that we all try to avoid giving jobs to cos she just sux in em cos she hates all of us cos we make her amend everything cos she gets it all wrong eventhough she's been doing the same job for the past 10 years and more *phew*
anyway.. is it your fault when :
1. there are 10 people in the office (including twat). she talked to only 1 (sexyback, obviously since he's the boss).. and doesn't talk to anyone else.
2. another 1 is the new staff, and she gets along w/ everyone, despite messing up at times?
3. so that makes 7 people she doesn't talk to. we leave notes on her table cos she takes 1 hour to do her face.. 1 hour for lunch.. 1 hour doing her internet banking (she has her own business).. 1 hour picking up her kids from school.. 1 hour talking on the phone.. 1 hour talking to item no 2..oh yea.. 1 hour doing her bills & sorting out her business mishaps (yes, she's dumb there too) .. and 1 hour complaining why she gets pregnant every year & why people hates her.. yes it is our fault cos we don't spend that few seconds she's at her table.. talking to her
4. for when we do talk to her.. she doesn't look at you. yes, its your fault cos according to sexyback, take more effort.. stand next to her.. until she thinks you bloody care..
to summarize, we were all blamed for not giving her more jobs and when we do, we marah2, we leave sarcastic notes, we don't talk to her, we don't teach her.
so i told sexyback.. i have no time to put up with personal issues.. this is work. so he said i get too personal (die ni tuli ke ape).. he says we women get so emo. i told him, again.. that i m not a hypo crite..she has issues.. not us. she takes it personal.. not us. then he told me.. i can't treat people the same.. so she's my clerk.. so? she's not human? so i asked him.. so you're being personal.. not I.
tapi aku salah jugak. sebab die bos & dalam SPI die memang kena betul. so i told him, he's wrong & i'm right & i will prove it.
so sebab aku tensen.. aku makan nasik goreng ayam. yammm. now i regret it & i feel fat. so much for my soupy diets for weeks. all down the drain, because of 1 twat.
peeps, please don't name ur kid Rus.
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