29th
November 2001.
Work
is starting to take the toll on me. It’s 5.50pm and I’m still at work. In
fact I’m stuck here till 9 something tonight attending to a bunch of rich
dumbfucks.
The
fucking printer is giving me grief of the highest degree. Who the fuck still
uses pin writers? For fucks sake. And if that isn’;t enough.. I have to reset
the fucking retard of a printer every time I print a new page. Imagine that. And
to think I have to print 3 sets of company literature by tomorrow.. they are 22
pages each.
And
so far I’m only down with half a set. Yay.. I’ve got so much (and I stress
MUCH) mis printed paper I could melt it down and rebuild an entire tree.. ok
maybe not but you get the drift.
What’s
worse I’m actually going broke working in this place. My back hurts and I feel
my arse is getting fatter by the minute just sitting here. Oh and this
keyboard….is also a retard. It must be related to the printer.
Just
ran over to the photo shop to collect my pictures… Never ever buy a disposable
cam. You’re better off not having any pictures. Anyhows I’ll have to put
them up on the site soon.
On
my way in and out the lift lobby I spotted a few cute execs sitting at
Starbucks.. I’m planning to rush down but I have to wait for Christine to
arrive first. Let’s hope they’re still there by the time I arrive. Or else
it’d be my third pointless starbucks purchase today. Oh which reminds me,
I’m going broke working in this place. What more with starbucks downstairs.
Heck nowadays I think that’s the only driving reason for me to come to work…
They’ve even started giving me discounts on my daily drink purchases. Next
thing you’ll know they whip up my WARM caffe` mocha the minute they see me
walking by. Without whipped cream mind you…
I
gotta have a word with my employers (heck I feel more like an office rat each
time I use that word).
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