this monday a technician’s dad passed away and i was given the task of ordering a wreath to be delivered to the wake. naturally it didn’t put me in super high spirits for convocation the next day.

and on convocation, the weather was freaking hot. so hot that i used five clean-and-clear facial wipes and despite that, my face constantly had a film of pespiration and grease. i looked damn stupid with the mortar cap, it magnified my face by a zillion times. i was so pissed with the cap i didn’t want to take photos with it, and i started throwing tantrums (yes, tantrums) when my dad kept insisting on it. i hope people who witnessed my tantrum-throwing doesn’t hate me forever. i’m not such a brat in real life, really. it was just the weather, the not-so-good-mood and the stupid mortar cap.

and i had double chins in all the photos i took.

i am so gonna hide my convocation photos under my bed for the rest of my life.

when i went back to office after only a day’s leave, there were stacks of papers for me to clear. i heard from my admin head that the stupid nag didn’t help to clear the incoming faxes with the stupid excuse “the boss isn’t in and none of the faxes were urgent”. as if the rest of the world didn’t need their faxes. she’s such a procrastinator it’s no wonder why her in-tray is always filled with backlogs. in the end my admin head had to clear my in-tray during my absence. i was laughing at the ridiculous fact that the lowest-ranking admin staff has an admin head as a stand-in.

other than her refusal to do my lower-ranking tasks, the nag also refuses to answer phone calls. she is such a bitch. she thinks answering phone calls is degrading (she said this herself). i feel like telling her i’m a degree holder and i’m answering the calls as well, she’s only a ‘o’ level equivalent, why is she even complaining about being degraded? but since i’m such a humble graduate i shall not humiliate the stupid, ignorant woman.

it’s tiring to work at full speed 8.5 hours a day for four days a week. just because i want to work my fastest, to avoid overtime and more importantly, it’s a subtle demonstration against the backstabber and my boss. i can see that my boss is getting more and more reluctant to smile at me or say good morning to me because i haven’t been working overtime. i’m stubborn, i know. but i don’t want to work overtime for the sake of working overtime (or for the sake of pacifying backstabbers). it’s stupid.

i might be buying 4d later. i’m keeping my fingers crossed i might be blessed. it’s like this: i’ve been collecting monetary contributions from my department for the seventh month prayer session. my neighbour-in-black didn’t really want to join in the prayer session till she found that things got spookily weird. she’s usually very organised and focused, but she started to find her documents all jumbled up when it came out from the copier, her documents were found in between ledger books even though she swore she placed them right on top in the in-tray. so she contributed some money too.

meaning since i am helping out by collecting the money the supernatural beings should be blessing me for my efforts, right?

what numbers should i buy later?