2nd December 2001
It’s Sunday night and I finally find some time to type an entry. Where do I start? *takes deep breathe*
Let’s do Friday afternoon……
At 3pm one of the company director barges in to the office and asked for me to follow him over to B-09-06 to take notes on the latest renovation details. And so I did… and the dude went off rattling renovation details and expected me to remember the effing floor plan of the new office in one glance. He asked for suggestions and I had to open my big mouth because the next thing I know, I’m in his car going to another office to copy interior decoration details. This is so not my job. And for the next two hours I was sat in the car scribbling details to everything that needed to be looked at. This is a PA’s job not mine and they bloody well should hire this sleazebag a PA. That was bearable…. But that effing sleazebag decides that he’ll try to brainwash me into not going back to uni. Yeah like that’s gonna ever happen. The dumbfuck goes on about how I wouldn’t want to go back to study once I have started my ‘career’. Flippin’ heck if being made to look like a fucking mistress next to him is a career I’d rather be broke and homeless. Then he rambles on about how he has gone thru life and that one don’t need a degree to succeed in life. (Pointing himself as an example). And goes on to add how he thinks Dr. Daniel’s idea of him getting an MBA is a friggin waste of time. (yeah wait till I rat on the bastard).
By 4pm I’m brain dead. And our comedian of a director decides that he needed his car picked up from the workshop. Joy. We arrive at the workshop and the next thing you know everyone at the workshop is like staring with the ‘is-she-the-slutty-secretary?’ look. Urgh.. and then I was told to drive the BMW while he drives the CRV back to his parent’s. Oh yeah smart.. me drive the 3 series.. I didn’t mind driving it but shit… it looked so bad. The worse had to be when I drove up the driveway in HIS car while HIS very pregnant (and I mean very…she’s due to deliver tomorrow) WIFE stands by the driveway. Suddenly I felt this really sick feeling hitting my stomach. And it didn’t help that I was dressed to the nines that day… stiletto’s and all. *Sigh* And worse of all…. He helped get all my things outta the car before I even went to get them myself…..while his wife had to back the car and drive it into another parking space. What a bastard… after he could’ve just asked me to drive the car to the lot since I was already in the car. Urgh… I just felt so bad for the wife. Can’t believe I let the bastard send me home as well. Shit now he knows where I stay!!
If that wasn’t enough, Friday night had to be somewhat disastrous.
It all went well… Roger Sanchez was smashing.. I had a mad pre party with Alia at Modesto’s.. ok so it was free and the music was shite but hey we had eye candy to look out for. Ok then it was on to Movement. Music’s great, lotsa cute guys but shite they were gay… as usual. Then at one point I had this sick feeling lodged up my stomach…. I saw one of his friends. I turned around and shit I saw another one..then I realised the whole place is teeming with them!!! And if that wasn’t enough I realised I was checking out one of his pals earlier. Urgh.. from what I remember they’re not much to look at in daylight. Which explains….. anyhows. I went over to say hi. Can’t remember the name of that dude I spoke to.. can’t remember any of their names. He remembered me… (yeah probably for all the unwanted reasons)…did some small talk and I asked how ‘he’ was these days. Apparently he’s doing great (yeah rub it in) and the dude HAD to add that he was in the vicinity ‘yunchaing’ with some of his friends. Which made me think… all his friends are here. So who’s left? I decided to stop myself from even thinking beyond that. That was fine…and I went back to enjoy what I was there for…Roger, his music and my free ticket for all it’s worth. Then suddenly… I felt a little dizzy so I got off the podium. Next thing anyone knew, I was zonked out while gripping onto Raj’s shirt. Before I knew it ppl were like swarming about whispering ‘Yeah she must’ve OD-ed on them pills’.. Smart going Kat… dance like the maniac that you are and then you just had to go pass out in a club.. Someone please slap me with a rubber chicken the next time I do that. No I don’t mean it.
And of all the times I go clubbing I HAD to I just HAD to go and wear the shortest skirt I could ever get hold of.. Yeah Kat… Lara Croft my foot now. Apparently the bouncer carried me away to the bar… probably with my knickers being flashed to half the club. *takes a deep breathe and……sighhhhhh* Just go embarrass your self more than u ever need to in two lifetimes Kat.. do just that.
I got home alright… after like having enough sugar to run a power station pumped into my system that is.
So this is the story of Kat’s Friday. Makes me wonder if everyone else out there lives a less ridiculously silly life.
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