Skai Chan
If you have been hearing about my plans, you may be mocking at me right now for I haven’t started on anything.
No one can understand me to an acceptable level which can ease my mind.
My weekdays are basically being eaten up by the work and the after-work-effect and my weekends are spent with friends. Basically I’m unable to work on any website.
Yet, most people simply think that I’m very free…
I exchanged numbers with the two guys, Ben and Ryan, but not the pretty and friendly babe – Stacy. Her office was so near to my house and we could actually meet out often.
We were told to reach by 8pm but we only got involved at around 11pm. Being a policeman again could be quite boring.
First, it’s me, following by Cherie’s last day of contract. Then, Siewming would be gone after that and soon, Liza. A week later, Ashiq and Terry would join our strength.
What’s happening to the twenty plus staffs company?
What would happen to the remaining of them?
It’s either too cheap or common; none is worthy of your uniqueness.
I hope they are really cute but most of all, they are from the bottom of my heart.
At least I get something in return, simply some texts, and that’s good enough.
It’s almost two more weeks before my freedom but it seems that two days later is a more crucial date and I’m completely lost.
My confidence is drained. I bet there’s nothing more I can do to impress or not create irritation.
I’m nothing right now but I hope it won’t be too late when I make it big.
I was called to the office and she told me I was entitled to no leave since I tendered within three months. All along I thought it did not matter since I would be working for more than three months in total and I gave the letter just a week to my three long months of work.
Therefore, I have to pay them back for the annual and medical leaves taken. Some people suggest that I can choose to stay on for a few more days to cover up for the leaves taken but I just want to leave the hellish place where the management is heartless.
What is worst is that I cannot take a few days’ leaves to rest at home and buck up on my websites.
Early in the morning, we were at the door and the auntie asked me where we were going. I shouted, “We are going to shopping already!”
The boss came out from the lift at the same time and he looked stunned.
I hated to be misunderstood but this time I rather he be taken in by me and got furious for the entire day.
It could be the final last day at IPOS.
My veins are broken. Eight channels of energies are flowing throughout my entire body aggressively. I’m too weak to walk, not even to raise my hands.
I was pulled to the client’s office in the midst of my work. Once again I felt so irritated for the pending stuffs being piled up.
It was also very disappointing that the clients kept changing their contents for the new site and my company’s management was powerless to freeze it. It was extremely stupid to ask me “how” when they realised the existing clients were queuing up, so eager to change their websites’ contents in my absence. My latest reply was “what to do” in a mono sarcastic and angry tone.
Life was better over the client’s side for I needed not see some ugly faces but this time it wasn’t as simple as before when I was cornered somehow. The different urgent workloads were trying hard to split me and I didn’t know which to begin on.
If only everyone could be more sensible and sensitive.