On the day of the tube strike,
It was obvious that waking up at 7am,
Is not early enough.
Spent 1.5 drowsy hours on the bus,
Before wobbling my way to the office.
Late, of course.

Something has gotten into Fan these days.
Juan & I can be having a conversation,
And she can walk through us without a word.
How bloody rude.
Fan & Chen threw a party in their room last night,
And used up all the utensils in the kitchen,
So I had to eat my dinner from the pot.
How bloody inconsiderate.
At half-past midnight,
The Chinese Party continued in their room.
Unfortunately the room was next to mine.
Knocked on the door,
And they didn't even hear me.
Thankfully Chen came out from the loo,
So I told him to tell them to lower their volume.
Through the door I heard him say 'shhhhhh',
But these loud Chinese boys just went on & on.
How bloody irritating.
Who gives a hoot if your father,
Graduated from secondary school or high school!

Today is yet another suay day.
Received a stack of poorly organised work.
When I called up Karrimor during lunch,
The guy over the phone told me the company has been bought over.
That means my bag is no longer under warranty,
And I have to pay for repair of their lousy production!

Urghs.