This is my story...

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Ok. I thought it would be a fine week, until...

WHAT THE FUCK! I LOST MY HANDPHONE. OR RATHER, IT GOT STOLEN.

Fuck it. Firstly I some shouting from my RQ telling me that I am DIFFICULT. I posed difficulty into doing things for her simply because of her last minute fuck telling me without preparing any documents. What the fuck. Then I had to make another wastes trip which pissed everyone, again. What the fuck.

Then the fucking boss asked me to see him, talked crap with me, about work attitude and all that, stop being rude to my superiors.... and what the fuck? Work attitude should always be there, but when one day you realise your men has a slight change towards their work attitude, you really think they should shoulder all the blame? How about considering YOURSELF into the "work attitude" problem of your men? Maybe you are one, or rather, the main cause of all this shiet problems?

And what the fuck. I came out of the taxi, I dropped my phone onto the grass, I thought I left in the taxi and gave chase, at the same time this old bloody bitch came and took it and ran across the road without looking at how many thousands of cars rushing towards her. FUCK HER. She will fucking DIE if I see her. May her burn in hell, get raped and eaten by stray dogs for stealing my phone.

TO FUCKING THINK THAT I TOLD MYSELF EVERYONE IS BORN WITH A GOOD HEART AT THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE. FUCK THAT.

Rambled by kaSh at 8:32 pm