Met the mother of all stooooooooooooooooopiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiddddddd taxi drivers (or rather, Row met him whilst I was ranting and raving on the other end of the phone, screaming for her to put me on speaker phone, so that Ic ould give the dimwit a piece of my mind). I think he got freaked cos he told Row to get off his cab without paying the cab fare. Which was good. Cos if he had managed to find my office (Row was supposed to pick me),
blood would have been shed. And I mean his blood. I have absolutely no patience for stupid cows who waste my time and test my patience. Like hello?!?!?!!?! Row boarded the cab at the Tampines library area, and after 15 minutes of whizzing around with the dick in a cab, she was still at the Tampines library area, with a cab fare of $7 to boot, when the destination was meant to read EXPO MRT STATION. Argh! Just thinking about it again makes me
see red.
Bought new
red underwear on Friday. And came home to find that my bestest friend,
Ms Crimson Wave, had arrived. Bleagh.
Busy busy busy day yesterday. Ate too much at Elni's place. Ate too much at the temple dinner. Drank
red wine with Mal, Annissa, Twee, Ben, Joshua. Think Mal and Annissa were knackered. I lurrrrrrrrrrrvvvvvvvveeeeeeeee this life. If only I could do this everyday, hehe...
But of course, because my life has to be so dramatic, the night didn't just end with me just falling asleep after a busy weekend. Met this strange freaky fucker who got off a cab in front of me, after Ben & Mal dropped me off at my place. I know he stays in the same area cos I've seen him a couple of times. Never paid any attention before as he's fugly and I have better things to do with my life.
Last night though, I felt like I was in a psycho-thriller film. He was eyeballing me with a vengeance after he was sure that Ben had driven off. He looked like he was gonna run after me and 1. rape me, 2. rob me, 3.
murder me, 4. all of the above. Option 4 looked like it was gonna manifest right before my eyes (except that option 2 would not be viable cos I had like 6 bucks with me). Didn't help that like in all thriller movies, as I was frantically jabbing the lift button at the lobby, trying to dial Mal's number and look for my keys in the Amazon forest of my bag, all at the same time (because women are supposed to be able to multi-task), the lift was stuck at the bloody 11th floor, Mal couldn't really hear me on the other end and I couldn't find my keys.
Panic-stricken, I desperately tried to think if I had anything I could use to jab the fucker in the eyeballs, and if I should run towards the always-closed police post or just go up to him and demand why the hell he was hanging around doing what he was doing. Just as the lift (finally!) approached the first floor, Mr Scary said something indecipherable to me. And because I'm such a
bloody idiot, I actually stepped back to try and figure out what he was saying. I even contemplated asking him to repeat what he said, but then decided to sprint back into the lift and jab the 'Close' button, whilst telling myself I'm too old to be staying out till so late at night.
I've never opened the gate with such force in my entire life. Neither has my
heart pumped so quickly before. I felt sick in the stomach, and it wasn't even because of the
wine. And of course, I am safe for now, just like in all thriller films. Yawn.
This city is unsafe. Girls should be allowed to carry parangs with them when they go out. Time for me to go look for something to put in my bag that might come in handy when I meet Mr Freaky himself again. Like a bazooka.
Feeling
sick sick sick.
The toilet is my best friend.
Feeling nauseous is an all-time fave.
Bleagh.
I feel sick.
Don't think I can look pizza in the eye ever again.
Sunday again too soon. Yawnnnnnn...
I need new clothes. I need new shoes.
I hate bossy people. Worse still when they are women. Who "know everything about the world". And she's only been around for a couple of days. Granted she was there before a long time ago and has "a wealth of experience". But have you never heard the saying, "Good horse don't eat turn back grass" (My perfect translation from the oh-so-famous Mandarin idiom).
There's a reason why your job title is different now, lady. If you want my job, then take it wholesale. Don't tell me what to do because you feel "worried that I might not be able to hit those numbers". Like, I'm doing marketing and you are doing project management? Take it if you really want it, damn it. No wait, I changed my mind. Damn you.
Fuck.
Perhaps I should have just gone for THAT damn interview. So much for wanting to honour my contract. Now it looks like this lady is ready to take on the world on her own. And put us down whilst she's busy at it.
I work very well with my own manager, thank you. At least she doesn't breathe down my neck. And she's da "Senior Manager", ma dear "Assistant Manager"!
Argh. And she's not even the one I'm supposed to report to. HELLOOOOOOOO??!?!?!??! Bootlicker alert.
Oh and don't bother giving me that sweet smile and offering your thank-yous in your coquettish voice. I can smell a two-headed snake from a mile away. And my judgements are rarely wrong. Except when they come to my choice in manfriends. Hur hur. But that's another story for another day.
She's only been around three days and I'm ready to break some teeth. Namely hers. God give me strength.
And I thought I was the mother of all bitches.