and that is why i am no longer parading around the office wearing 3 pieces of clothing looking like kennY from SouthPark. it seems i have grown accustomed to the climate of the igloo over the past weeks. either that or i have literally grown thick-skinned.
oh by the way. i have found a new best friend.
his name is mR.*magiC.
he is the office coffee machine.
don't ever under-estimate the potency of mR.*magiC. he might have a rather unattractive model name and a somewhat streamlined exterior, but i'd have you know that he is one unforgiving mofo.
i give you two cups max before you start raving.
lately a series of subtle events happening in and around the office has somehow answered my question to why people would actually coop themselves in the same boring cubicle doing the same boring work in the same boring line for donkey years. one of them happens to be my dearest motheR*superioR, mind you.
i have concluded that it is not the work that keep these boring office types on track to a Long Service Award. it's the things around the work.
invisible to the naked eye are the funny little things that has subconciously made my days at the office a silent laugh fest. you have no idea just how hard it is to keep a straight face when you see the things i see.
so from today onwards, because i just love to skive off my assigned work, i shall chronicle all that is worthy.
i shall call it The Exciting Adventures of Fai the Pseudo Eskimo Office Boy.
this should keep me awake.
besides mR.*magiC, of course.
bedroom*hair @ 3:07 pm
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You deserve a medal for this. And teh peng as well. Thank you.