fuked up work. argh, i've got fuked up colleages. damn. the cruelty of reality. i hate it. the realistic world of working society. really fuked up. argh. to tink i can get maligned more than once for not doing my job on my working days. wat the hell. first time told me off directly, 2nd time added indirect sacarcism in the note she left me.

'pls try to find something to do like pack medication, file cards etc.'

fuk loh. when did i ever NOT do my job? i packed the medication nicely for her. she told me to put it such that the flat surface faces the front. fine, i changed n did it for her. tat was ytd. n todae, she left me a note saying, "pls repack the medication. i told u to put them wif flat surface face front." i went to check the drawers, damn. wat did i see? all the medications DID was packed wif flat surface face front.

come on loh, wan to scold me at least find a better reason to scold. she tot i did not do anything except slacking at the counter. she tot i was there juz to slack my time off n get my pay. for fuk? tats wat SHE felt. n SHE tot i really did. god. i felt injustice. she left lots of stupid notes, all directing at me. damn. if u were me, u'll felt angry too. being yuan wang, not once only, but MORE THAN ONCE! how nice can tat feeling be. wonder wat hatred she had wif me.

anywae, im prepared for a war. by all means she can go ahead complain to the boss. sack me if u wan. not as if im old til i cant find another job. typical singaporean aunties. fuked up.

p/s: u'll only see me hot to this extent when im angry. n i mean seriously angry. i had the notes my colleage left me, i can jolly well show u guys wat she wrote. my pieces of evidences i kept. bloody hell. i hate being yuang wang for no bloody good reasons.