Moon! So pretty!
At Newton Road, on my way home last Wednesday.
Someday, I will find the purpose of the key.
My skin probably wasn't used to the watch.
Saw this in the net. It said 'The Future MRT ____ of Singapore'. (I know there's a missing word, I just couldn't recall what it was)
8pm on a Friday night. Still doing the stupid excel file for a client who always thinks the worse of me (according to our nice fx advisor, whatever I do, this client always think it's wrong and always give negative comments , who is two-faced (after I got back from my sick leave because of chicken pox, I called to tell him that I just got back and would update his excel file but might send it the next day. He said it's okay and he sounded concerned , but the same day - in the afternoon, he told the fx advisor that he wants to have the excel file that same night. Stupid asshole). I'm not being petty here. He's really a heartless creep.
My boss got into a accident where he was hospitalised due to severe impact on the rib area. When he got back into the office, the client called and immediately asked about... his request for loan spread discount. The irritating thing is, they're supposed to be 'friends', my boss's son is the client's godchild. (Plus, we're all suspecting he's the reason why my boss got into an accident in the first place. Because my boss had to go drinking with this client). Didn't even show concern. So you see, I'm already being nice when I call him a mere 'asshole' and not a more severe adjective.
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