27th
November 2001.
It’s
my second day at work… time now is 1.05pm. Incredibly boring. I have things to
do but I can’t figure out how to bloody work that stupid stock control thing
and my head is starting to bang. There’s someone here for an interview but I
gather she’s been here too long and is starting to notice the lack of staff in
this newborn of a company. Heck she practically asked me about the lack of
staff. I had to come up with some big whoopteedoo of a story to cover the
company’s arse. Anyhow I doubt she’s going to work here by the looks of it.
Late
to work today, woke up at 10am. Yes incredible isn’t it? I bloody turned off
the alarm clock on my mobile and literally slept on it and I didn’t even
realise until my sister knocked my door. Oh well. Thank goodness everyone else
was late today. If things are always that simple here I wouldn’t mind. But I
really do hate the overtime work I had to put in last night. I was here till
like 9pm… and drove me shit arse tired. Fuck I hope they don’t make it a
habit totally off time appointments. And the crowd that comes in to see the
doctor. A bunch of obese rich and ugly women.. good god.
Oh
I’ve just been told that I might have to be sent downtown to Citibank to bank
in a cheque urgently. Oh well.. a trip to KL maybe? Hmm. Otherwise I’m still
late for lunch and I havent had anything since last night…..
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