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Love those someecards. So many of them are so politically incorrect it’s hilarious…
Well well. I’m now sitting in the office. My last 15 minutes at this job.
I’ve been kept very busy the past week. Work seemed endless. And I went out almost every single night to say goodbye to people.
So much so that now I’ve become sick. Cold, sore throat, the works. Great.
Packing has been a disaster. I tried once. Then I gave up.
So Halloween tonight, and the hockey girls are throwing together a farewell dinner and some crazy-costume-stuff afterwards.
So dudes and dudettes, Happy Halloween.
And my job?
As the card says: TGIF, motherfuckers.
Goodbye.
Ever since Cora raved about a tarot cards reading she went to, I’ve been playing with the idea of doing one myself too. Just for the heck of it.
But then I realize I probably wouldn’t know how to handle it if they give me bad news, so I figured I’ll stay away.
Besides, I’ve been getting free readings from everyone else I’ve been seeing:
“I think you should stay.”
“You’re gonna get married and have kids!”
“Be very very careful. You’re staying in East London right?”
*frown*
“Hong Kong is so much better.”
“I think you’re gonna have a great time! London is fabulous!”
“wink wink*
“There are a lot of stabbings. The crime rate is high.”
“Remember to invite us to the wedding!”
“Ah, no worries, I’m sure you’ll find something!”
“Too bad you’re going now. With the financial crisis, everyone is unemployed.”
“Yes, it’s an adventure, and I’m very happy for you.”
“Are you gonna be ok?”
I have friends after money. I have friends after a career. I have friends after a family. And as I sit through dinner with these people, we have nothing to say to each other. And some of these people, I don’t care if I ever see again.
I don’t mind if we are not in agreement. But I mind that you try to put me down.
Money Career Family. Money Career Family. Money Career Family.
To me, there is also
Myself. My Hopes And Dreams. Uncertainty. Adventure. Travel. Change. Of Life. Of Pace. Of Environment. Exploration. Discovery. Myself. My Hopes And Dreams.
If anything, I am happy for them. She knows she wants the money. She knows she wants the job. She knows she wants her family.
Perhaps it’s sad. That I don’t know what I want.
But you know what? I see it as an opportunity, and I’m taking it.
(But that doesn’t mean I’m not scared.)
…is yooooou.
No, not you.
I’m talking to the Slanket.
I’m always cold.
In the winter, I slunk around the house in layers, and lounge in front of the tele buried beneath a blanket.
Which is inconvenient if I’m trying to hold a drink, read a book, reach for the remote, pet my cat, or basically do anything without having to relunctantly dig my arms out from underneath the warmth.
Enter the Slanket: the blanket with sleeves.
A giant fleece blanket with oversized sleeves!
I feel all cozy already just thinking about it. I bet I can hang around in them all day…can I go out in them?
(I mean, OF COURSE, this is by no means a hint whatsoever.) *Ahem*.
(Update below)
ONE:
Me: There’s this asshole that shaves on the bus.
Girl friend: Eww! WTF?! Who shaves on the bus?! That is so disgusting! Why can’t he just shave at home?… I know! It’s so annoying right? I mean, this is like this other guy I saw the other day and he…
TWO:
Me: There’s this asshole that shaves on the bus.
Boy friend: Well, don’t get on the same bus as him then.
Update (22 Oct 08):
Disclaimer – With reference to the comments below, the above conversations are entirely fictitious and in no way are exact conversations I’ve had with my girl friends or guy friends. Certainly nothing Nasty has ever said. ;)
The admin. assistant asks me what I want to eat for my farewell lunch with the company.
These days, people either ask me that, or asks if I’ve packed yet.
I beamed. Pizza Express!
She frowns. But you can get pizza in London right?
Yes. Ok. Fine, we’ll have dim sum then.
I know I’m going to regret saying this in maybe 4 weeks’ time, but right now, I think I’m getting sick of Chinese food.
Uh oh.
I don’t even care if I don’t do farewell lunches or dinners with people anymore. At this moment, 1.5 hours after a big company lunch, the thought of hot-pot tonight with my friends make me puke in my mouth.
I will read this shortly in the future; cold, poor and hungry; unable to cook for myself; stuck with cold English ham sandwiches and ugly sausages; fake Chinese food; and I will SO REGRET what I’ve just said.
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