i have been sacked! yeeeehaaaa! no more mindless mountain levelling, no more fearing of going near the intimidating coffee machine, no more listening to 36-year-old edison gloat shamelessly about his zouk and gay pubs escapades, no more rantings from psychotic bosses, no more frantic glancing at the ticking clock, and most importantly, no more having to wake up at blardy 8 am! i am back to the bummer slacker lifestyle! woohooo~

it all started with me innocently going back to work on monday morning with a heavy heart further weighed down by the monday blues. i was a sad kid.

initial pricks of excitement began to set in when i first spotted another sad kid sitting at MY desk. wth is she doing there? why is she sifting through the giant stacks that i've left behind? why doesn't she dare look up at me? could it be...could it be?? all these disbelieving thoughts flitted wildly through my head, as a hopeful smile played on my lips heheh.

and when i saw my supervisor's jaw drop as she noticed me coming in, the answer became obvious - i was gonna be as free as a bird! whahahaha these blardy bastards have found a new replacement! i can now go without having to look sorry about quitting right when they most needed me (or so i thought.) absolutely wonderful.

what followed minutes later was dramatically confusing, but nothing mattered anymore, cause all i could think of was how i'd be spending my day guiltlessly shopping away with my well-deserved pay. my boss was hysterically screaming over the phone at some girl who was with the job agency, trying to fight for my rights/ wasted transportation fee of 2 bucks, and demanding for an explanation as to why the hell i wasn¡¯t informed of the contract termination and all that jazz. seriously, does it even matter haha.

torrents of profuse apologies soon poured in from both the bank and my job agency, and boy was i amused. come on, people, relax. i am HAPPY. happy to be finally released! so just cool it, alright. off i skipped, down the pathway of capital square, with pay cheque in one hand, and handphone in another (gleefully dialing shopping khaki¡¯s number.)

anyhows, this whole job experience has taught me a valuable lesson, and that is, never to work in an office! so that leads me to a very acceptable conclusion - just fucking take lit in uni ok. wouldn¡¯t want to abruptly come to my senses one day while in the midst of burying myself up to my neck with piles of paperwork lying around in a sad office (so what if the name sounds formidable) and suddenly burst into tears of regret. what a frightful thought.

i¡¯ve had enough of doing stuff that i hate and the feeling of being unmotivated. and just imagine the pure bliss of finding out more about the novels, poems, plays and other great works of intellectual artists almost every day of the three/ four years to be spent in uni. well, shall just do what i love :)