Countdown to HK: 2 Days
Sep 27, 2004 in Diary-writer
Am packing up. Am not very good at packing up. Still want to look v. nice and pwetty up North of course. Don't want to embarass SL you see. So, am packing up. Bringing along this pwetty dress I bought at Blook the other day. Now THAT was a proper steal.
But then of course, you don't want to know the details to that.
What you might want to know though, is the news!! What's new?
The baboon has packed her suitcases and left.
Oh joy joy!!!
*If you're reading this, yes, I'm not going to attempt to hide my dislike of you, you actually quadrupled the living hell that was my life, and what was already terrible was rendered unbearable.*
So happened that this morning the baboon was into its finest element, strutting around the office in her green-yellow durian suit telling us off and promising us more hell for the week. I was even anticipating a shrill rattle at my cubicle asking me to tell her whether I had finish my work before calling the week off on Tuesday.
10 am. MD walks in the baboon's room. I was too busy to even bother about what happened.
Fast forward to lunch. Bitched about the baboon and lamented over when she would ever leave us to our peace.
2 pm, the baboon struts back to the room, calls up people for boxes and newspapers… and she starts wrapping. Oooh. My colleagues IMs me from afar.
'Hey she's packing up.'
'You're joking.'
'No really, she's packing up.'
'Wait I have to see.'
So off I go to the ladies' and on the way I saw the baboon cleaning things up, and you can't imagine the glee I felt when that hideous bhai mug of hers (did I tell you she uses a mug in the shape of a ugly-looking singh guy who looked as if he were bleached down to the eyeballs?)…
By 3 pm we had the e-mail from her. 'All the best.' It said.
And then she left. I don't know what time but when I walked up from the second floor, the room was locked, empty as it was before she stamped her territory and placed ugly nails all over the plastered walls, and the peace… oh the peace….
I've never felt this happy while being evil before. Well, up to today that is. But really. Good bye. So long. May you have a happy life ahead. And for your own sake, I hope you realize that the whole world isn't about your screwed-up political correct nonsense.