Thursday, April 29, 2004
I'm tired. One whole week of night shift shit. The unit trust thingy is stressing me out like hell. Pick up a copy of TODAY, flip to the business page. See those teeny weeny words chart alike thing? Yes that's unit trust, done by yours truly. If anything goes wrong with that, I'm in deep, deep, deep, deep stinky fucking shit. Anyway, it's PRESS HOLIDAY on Friday 30th April 2004! When you guys are working & grumbling at the same time for wasting a holiday on a saturday, I'm prolly still sleeping in my nice comfy lil bed. *grins* Yeah...wait till I get the sunday shift. Bleah!
BIG boss invited the whole editorial team to her house for some get-together-cum-makan session thingy tommorow night but oh well, I've got an dental appointment. Yeah..my wisdom tooth. After the long wait, I'm going back to have it checked again & hopefully extract it? Now I feel kinda bad rejecting it....(Budden again, I was only informed about the invite like at 8pm tonight) I'll see how after seeing my dentist. It's so near my house anyway.
Alright. Time for some rest. I need lotsa energy for The Body Shop's warehouse sale tomorrow. *hiaks hiaks* Retail therapy =D
// she's beautifully chaotic at 11:46 PM >> 