Alson goes to work

Yeah, first day of work and guess what? I'm late. All thanks to a Levi's-wearing, 24/7 on standby boyfriend ( I know what you're thinking, but no, i'm not gay or whatever. He's someone else boyfriend. )

We're supposed to report at 1330 and guess what? 1320 and that pile of rat excrement is still 5 train stops away from workplace when I'm sitting at the train station of my work place's stop. I could've gained revelation on where the workplace is from God Almighty if i had used the time wisely and to meditate on his words.

Seriously, do you think I'll waste my precious time waiting for him if I have any idea how to get my ass from here to there ?

NO!

I believe you people out there have an idea on how it feels like to be dragged down and turn up late for an appointment by a friend who was late and somehow or rather, you HAVE to wait for him and the option of "leaving him behind to face his own peril" is not available.

Yes people, that's how i feel just now. Glad you're happy because now you on the same level as me. And trust me, you should rejoice and open a bottle of champagne right now. ( I know what you're thinking Alicia, but DON'T write a comment on this post with any instances of "glass" and any relevance of "break" in it. Any other comments are welcomed. )

Yet, sad rule of nature, for everything that goes up, something must come down. So now, I'm stooped at your level. Yes, same level. God I feel retarded.

What's more retarded? Yeah there's more. First day at work, I got locked in the toilet. DAMN IT. I mean what the hell. What's worse?

It's the cute lady working beside me who told me I need to press a little flip switch to unlock the door.

Yes, I stressed cute.

No we're not in the same toilet. It's a room where toilets for both male and female are located. It's open air, maybe to ventilate the smell of excrements.

But hey, the feeling's like your basketball team is lacking 23-25 and you know a three pointer will get your team a win. Basic instinct, you bet on it. And KABOOM! your basketball explodes in your face. The losing part isn't so bad. But the worst part is. The cute cheerleader you've been eying since the start of the game have to help to clear up for you. Damn the feeling SUCKS.

Well well, this post is getting long, which i dislike. So now I'm going to leave you with a cool blog that uses babelfish to translate from Mandarin to English and simply copy-and-paste it onto the blog.

Someone translate to me what "to wait more mutually party" means? Heck, if you're able to do that. You don't deserve to be here. You should enroll yourself in the Cambridge University Case Study of the Arts of Gibberish. You just might graduate from there and find a great paying job at the translation centre as a Chief Translation Officer.