Unfortunately…

Hello, blog. I was suppose to write something worth reading..something that does not clearly spell the word FAIL. However, this week has really been HELL. The auditors are coming God-knows- when and the boss has become a huge wreck. I dunno if it’s her PMS (Permanent Mental State) of the week. 

Chaos! There are papers all over my desk. Papers of all shapes, sizes, colors. But wait there’s more. She has sent me several emails either telling me that I have disappointed her (in different ways) or I have been rewarded with…well…more work. So yeah, I guess it pays to be called the chorewhore.

Plus, I need to come early this week because of the workshops sponsored by who else…our lovely department. Yesterday, I didn’t even know that I was chosen as a resource person for one of the sessions until I have set my bag on the table. I had to familiarize myself with the slides for like what….. 30 minutes? But then again, who am I to complain? I don’t own the frigging company. And as if timekeeping isn’t enough pain in the ass right now. How am I suppose to hibernate, huh?? Tell me!!!  

So there, now that I got that out of my system, I ponder on this..

The Anti Climactic Fortune Teller

Truly a misfortune. For some reason, I am often associated with the word BORE (or BOAR). Lame-o-meter increases one notch!

So here’s to my future boring romantic encounter. I hope it’s with the boy toy. I haven’t seen that gay magnet for a long while….tsk.tsk.tsk