All i WANT is out!!!

I'm sure i've said this before but one of my biggest pet peeves is encountering RUDE people. I don't care how old or how wise one appears to be, it's unacceptable to be rude especially if it's uncalled for. Is it my fault i can't read minds? And even if i could, i'm sure there would be some other fault to pick on.

Seriously, i've had enough!

I'm fed up and if anything this would be one of the key reasons to drive me to an early grave. I'm sick of being yelled at and spoken to as if i'm incompetent. I don't need this extra stress and already as it is i have so much shit going on. I feel myself aging as every minute passes.

I can feel my heart beat race and my muscles are hurting. I wouldn't be surprised if my heart at any given time rips itself out of my chest, makes a beeline through the office slamming itself against the printer and jamming itself between the rollers!

SERIOUSLY
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I WANT OUT!!!
[a complete understatement]

*stares anxiously at the letter beside her dated 12 November 2007*

OMFG the wireless gods hate me!

Oh for fucks sake... I am lamer than lame!

Why? Cause i can't get my airport express to connect to the internet. Yes! I followed the instructions AND THEN just when i was about to celebrate... the fucker won't connect.

WHAT IS THE POINT OF THAT?

AND THIS IS AFTER i configured it and did all sorts. But then i don't know what i did but now the airport base won't show up on my list. What the fuck!? So you know what? Imma just call the technician guy who sorts out the computers in the office and get HIM to sort it out for me.

Seriously! This is unnecessary stress that i don't need in my life and i can feel myself age just thinking about it. Call me a quitter but i'm not about to waste another 3 hours and risk really screwing things up [which is possible at this point].

So until i can get it sorted, i'm back to being bound to my chair and browsing through Apple's Support forum for lame arse people who can't work their Airport express.
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FUCK IT... imma go sort out my dinner and stuff myself with carbs before i pass out.

Attack of the blood suckin' bitches!

Apart from my night out on Friday, i've spent a huge portion of my weekend at home.

KL's unpredictable, wanky weather has invited an army of blood sucking bitches to hide out in my place! And because they're smart, the whole extended family have now trapped themselves indoors and are showing their anger.

I have no choice but sacrifice my sanity and be their victim!

Patience is definitely not one my qualities. These freak of nature insects have successfully pushed my irritation level a few notches. As if they are bionic, they seem to be immune to the repellent.

I admit i have little patience even when wandering aimlessly through a crowded shopping mall. I see NO joy in trying to dodge and overtake clueless shoppers whilst doing my errands. The less crowds, the better.

But with no real reason to spend and a cheque not yet cleared, i'm doing myself a favor and preventing impulse purchases by staying at home today. As a result, my soon-to-be flat arse has attached itself on this chair for the past countless hours and my back continues to hunch over in front of my laptop.

My only time-outs are when i transform into a couch potato allowing temporary relief by focusing on mindless television programmes. And then like magic, soon find myself staring at my 13.3 inch screen again.

I am certain the walls of my lungs are now heavily stained with an unhealthy combination of nicotine, Sheltox and Citronella oil. My skin now shimmers with layers of anti-itch cream and mosquito repellent and various sized red patches!

Seriously, i foresee an extremely restless night and a SUPER GRUMPY, sleep deprived employee tomorrow!

WHY WON'T YOU DIE?
BLOOD SUCKIN' BITCHES LEAVE ME ALONE!

It just kept getting worse...

Today has to be one of the shittiest of shit days.

Not only was there no regular stream of taxis driving past in the morning but the one cab that i did eventually get must have JUST got his license because he drove soooOoo fuckin' slowly. Eventually i get to the office and i make it in time before i'm considered 'late'.

I arrive only to be greeted with MORE copy changes to a previous job. Changes i THOUGHT i had done yesterday. Perhaps i've developed some Selective Reading disorder because i had missed out on a few words and had even randomly placed a word on a different line.

Then just when i had thought i had my marketing leaflet sorted, my boss decides it doesn't work and i'm back to square one. Each time i tapped on the glass and showed my idea... SOMETHING just wasn't right. My table was littered with half a dozen mini mock-ups, eraser bits and scribbles.

WHAT THE FUCK? Irritated because i wasn't getting it and annoyed because i knew my boss wasn't happy. Worried that if i fuck up even more, i won't have a job to come back to.

Then my day got EVEN WORSE...

If that wasn't bad enough, i find out the files i had sent out for print for another job ends up being the wrong size and one of the images used wasn't high res enough. I had ASSUMED the F.A was correct seeing that it had already been done by a previous designer and i was only doing copy changes.

WHY ME? WHY NOW?

It took nearly 2 hours to redo the files and with the dispatch on his way, i was pressed for time. And just as i was burning the CD, i'm told there were mistakes! And after exchanging a few obscene words and yelling at my AE [but i later apologised to]...

THAT was it... i lost it!

I soon found myself running downstairs sucking the life out of my cigarette. I had to remove myself from the chaos before my urge to grab my mug and throw it against the window became a reality.

Crying out my frustrations and stress, i noticed staff from the nearby restaurant and random strangers staring. I didn't care that my eyes were puffed up, i didn't give a shit if my eyeliner was smeared. I continued to let my tears stain the dirty tiles. I had deadlines spewing out of my arse today and everything was fucking up!

Alas SOMETHING out there could sense my stress because eventually, my boss agreed to the new format and first thing tomorrow i have to JPEG the designs to him so he can send them to the client.

But it doesn't end there... tomorrow it's on to website ideas and more. Last night i hoped for a better tomorrow and instead i got the MOST messed up day!

So instead, i'm gonna take some meds to chill the fuck out and enter la la land skipping...

Barney and officers continue to test my patience.

I made it over the border after being seated behind a couple and a toddler high on sugar. The aisle isn’t all that big and having to watch a 5ft 11in man stoop down to grab hold of his child’s hand as she catwalks her way up and down gets a tad tiring.

You could see his apologetic face each time his child swatted her way past someone or refused to sit quietly. At one point I must have given him a WHY CAN’T YOU KEEP YOUR KID ON A LEASH glare before he was quick to whip out a talking Barney the purple dinosaur as a means of distraction. I couldn't decide which one was more annoying.

By the time I got to the border I was tired and stressed out from work. All I wanted to do was get to the other side with as little effort as possible. I’ve done this trip so many times the only difference was I traveled with a baggage full of stress and worries.

But nooOOooo… not only did i have to line up behind some guy who forgot to fill out his immigration card but the second line i chose to stand in had visa issues. So i figured 3rd time lucky, i'd go to the last booth and when it was finally my turn the customs had decided to act like they didn’t know where my last entry stamp was.

Clearly an excuse to examine which other countries I’ve traveled to and a reason to prolong my wait. One would think as a customs officer looking at hundreds of passports a day, it wouldn’t be so difficult. I'm sure they've seen E.U passports before! But mine had to be the lucky one to get a full examination as he nodded each time he came past an expired visa or unfamilar stamp.

So with one guy flipping from page 1 when clearly it would have made sense to start from the last page, the other was impressed with my nationality. And even took the initiative to say my full name out loud hoping that would impress me. He pronounced it wrong but I still gave him a half arsed smile.

Then it took another officer to have one glance at the second to last page of my passport [which I had pointed out to the guy earlier that that was my last entry stamp]. And all i could think in my head was "Hello! How hard is it to match the stamp on my immigration card and in my passport?"

Keeping my manners in check, i said thanks and gave them my half arsed smile once they gave me the chop and then they had the nerve to continue to flirt with me as i rushed towards the bus.