I swear I absolutely hate doing sales. And this Mr Boss of mine is making me do sales pitching for the company to other companies.

TIDAKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

5 calls, none successful so far. And then, in this horrible mood and all, I was sent down to photocopy the project manual. And which my bargaining did not work and the stationery shop practically daylight robbed me of $1.20 for 12 pieces, which is 10cents per piece.

I'm fucked. My day is ruined.

I HATE BECOMING THAT PESKY SALES PERSON EVERYONE TRIES TO DODGE. WHY THE HELL AM I PRACTICALLY BEGGING THESE PEOPLE TO GIVE MY COMPANY TO PRESENT OURSELVES TO THEM?

All in the name of business. *sigh*

I had better be able to get some appointments for Mr Boss or he's going to screw me for being a bad sales person. This sucks. I hate sales. Hate it. So much. Yuck. Bleugh.

I am sorting out the company mail inbox and I have absolutely no idea whether I should delete the auto-reply msgs or move them all to a folder altogether.

I think auto-reply msgs are quite cool. But I'm sure they are as irritating as those voicemail things.

I am very very very very hungry today. And rather broke. So, it's off to the ATM to teet teet some money for lunch later. And that means I have to queue. And I'm very malas. Becuase I'm very hungry.

Last night I bought Bovril again. Big mistake to buy the Chicken one. Should have just stuck to the Vege one or just plain Marmite. Last week my parents told me that I was weird because I consumed Bovril. Heh.

Today, I am listening to my Bomfunk MC CD. I bought this around 3 or 4 years ago when I was totally going through the b-boy phase. LOL.

Die yuppie scum.

No, not really. I mean, we can't help it that it rained during lunch and I was caught in it without an umbrella. We also can't help it that rain is water and when water drops on t-shirts, it becomes translucent and exposes one's bra.

And of course, it's perfectly normal for men to be staring at a woman's breasts. Well, I guess I should be thankful that I was wearing a pretty blue and white lacy bra.

See people, it is very important to make sure your mother doesn't take control of your life and buys you aunty-aunty bras in beige. And remember, it's ok to be wet, just make sure your makeup isn't dripping.

And of course, stay alert. Because Mr Yuppie Man may just appear from nowhere.

Like Sham, who is Mr Y.'s colleague. Happily having lunch at the coffee shop that I was running to and trying to dodge the mat despatchs' looks, he takes a look at me, gives a big wave (he's a big guy himself) and goes, "My my, looking good. Wet t-shirt and all.".

At least I was in t-shirt and jeans. If I had worn my prissy stuff, heels and all, I'd just look like a drenched rat. So Mr Y., you gonna be there to rescue me the next time it rains?

Did I say that the day was going to get better?

I think it cannot get worse. Because,

I dropped my phone in the toilet bowl.

I am extremely saddened by the fact that the thing cannot work anymore and I might actually have to buy a new phone. And that one wasn't even 3 months old.

I didn't purposely drop the thing (who would?). It just slipped off the damn toilet bowl back. Lucky it happened pre pee.

*sigh*

I know there's no use cying over spilt milk, but wouldn't you be sad too if your 2 month old phone died?

Who's excited about the pyjamas show this weekend?

Who's excited about the Hugo show next Friday?

Who the hell is excited about trying to finish up weeks of overdue logbook reflections?

Who the fuck is excited to plan someone else's schedule for their trip to KL?

Who the flying cheese is fucked up that her other half is some-motherfucker-who-doesn't-know-how-to-please-but-want-to-be-pleased?

All this plus sleeping on clean unfolded laundry and having noisy dreams at night. I skipped wearing makeup today. Besides looking like a monster, I think it's gonna be a good day.

Well, cept that because of WORK, I can't go for the Ikhlas show. Which is like FUCK. Because I'm Taufik's No. 1 Closet Fan. *hahaha* (Closet no more eh?)

Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.
Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.
Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.
Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.
Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.
Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.
Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.
Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.
Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.
Tomorrow, I will come to work on time.

Because today, Mr Boss dah sound. When we were in the car going to Shangri-La Hotel, he said, "So, you everyday come at 9.30 or 10 issit?". Coz this morning he caught me NOT in the office at 9.45am.

I will iron all my clothes tonight. I will wake up extra early. I will bathe quickly. I WILL BE IN THE OFFICE AT 9AM OR EARLIER TOMORROW.

LOL. I am wearing green today. Yup yup yup. A green blouse. The only other green things I have are baju kurungs.

So why am I wearing green today? And of all colours, why green? And notice how when you use the word green too many times it starts to sound funny?

I just felt like it. And coz it's made of really soft material that's so comfortable it makes you want to fly (okay, not really). But it's not tight, and it wrinkles easily. Green, green, green. It's a green blouse.

Maybe I should consider getting some green stuff on my next shopping spree. They'll match my brown stuff. And then I'll just look like a tree. Cool.

Came to work late. Coz I overslept. About and hour late at least. And to my horror, the HP ppl came this morning at 9 to send some spare part for the comp to the office. Lucky Bonnie came to work today so she picked up the stuff or else kesian the HP people have to wait for me.

Then again, HP only told me that the engineer will be coming between 1-5pm today. But it's also my fault that when asked for an alternate contact number, I gave the other office no. instead of my hp no. However, the hp is mine, not the company's (I'm not as lucky as Rozi who got a company phone) even though the incoming calls are free.

Guilt. Must really do sth abt my tardiness. Really.

I wore a black and white outfit today. White top, black pants. Black slippers and I brought white heels along (not taking anymore chances). I like white. I have white eyeshadow. But I do not like black, and no, I do not wear black eyeliner or mascara. They're brown.

But I'm too lazy to iron my brown and beige stuff so I'm just pulling out the black garments out of the closet. I'm actually scared that if I don't use them after such a long period, the closet monster will eat them up. What is a closet monster? It's the thing you imagine is in there with you when you used to hide inside the closet while playing hide-n-seek with your brother.

Hmm.. that was a hell of a long time ago, coz both my brother nor I can fit into a closet anymore. Then again, my brother doesn't fit into most places. Ha ha ha.

I'm going to The Fullerton later to check out The Straits Room with a client. Hope they won't take too long (the last meeting with them took 2 and a half hours!!) coz I so want to get out of work quickly and go meet Lina for dinner. And maybe shop. Maybe. But hope not.

And what is this about me being too heavy for my shoes? Cannot be lah!!! That slutty flat elephant of a neighbour of mine wears heels too, how come her heels don't fall apart? Or maybe they do, we just don't know it. But we also don't know if she carries Mentos and duct tape. He he he.

Last night Sha and I had dinner at Parkway and we talked about various topics. One of them being Minahs Who Don't Sweat. Then we saw one on the bus. If you are A Minah Who Does Not Sweat, could you kindly email me and tell me your secret? Or is it just God who made it that your sweat glands don't work and mine is perfectly functional? If that is the case, do you pee more?

Baby bro showed off his new uniform last night. And I think red and grey is a strange combination of colours. But at the end of the month when he gets his pay he better get me a Twister mat!! Coz I'm his only big sister and we've been together since he was born. But there's always a health hazard to play Twister with him. Hur hur hur.

I am wearing Loreal lipgloss today. It's shiny, glossy and very very very glittery. Makes me want to pout and hold it right there. *muacks*

It's a bad shoe month. After the recent duct-tape-saves-the-day episode, I am once again tested of my street intelligence. Only this time, it was a pure Mentos moment.

Uh huh, my heel broke. And yup, I simply broke the other side so I wouldn't have to limp around. And hey, I even had Mentos with me. Really.

So I'm now thinking of wearing sneakers for the rest of the month. Coz obviously, I can't walk or stand properly. Otherwise, how the hell do you explain all my footwear falling apart like that?!?