Piss me off Monday

Everything and anything pisses me off doubly on a Monday.,
Then again, everything pisses me off everyday.
Bah.

I hate it when I am made to do double-work.
Fuck that know-it-all attitude ok?
Double work means double work.
Although I have already done it, I hate it when people speak to me in that know-it-all manner.
YES, so I've only been working for 1/2 a year.
But I can smell double work as easily as anybody else ok?
Double work means double work regardless from whichever angle you view it from.

I hate being neglected.
Fuck that sorry I didn't mean it ok?
Neglect means neglect.
Although I deliberately did not bother about you either, that does not mean that you have the right to neglect alright?
Neglect means alot to me, it demeans me and make me feel downright unimportant.
Its nice when you receive an sms once in awhile from someone, at least it shows that you are thought of and important to that someone, so much he/she thinks of you.
Everybody goes to the toilet. Doesn't harm you to just reach out for your phone to send a small simple sms, your penis won't drop off if you do so.

I hate meeting new people.
Fuck that I-love-interacting-with-different-people crap I always say during interviews.
Truth is, I Hate meeting new people (with a capital H) alright.
Getting to know an entirely new someone, finding out if we have common conversational topics, having lunch together and etc is just a major pain in the ass.
Why can't everybody just not quit and stay in the same company for like forever?
Going through the agony of losing my one (and only) friend in my office is tormenting, really.
And she just has to leave on my birthday.
Go go go!

I hate going home alone.
Fuck that I-am-independent bullshit which I tell myself every single night.
I just want to depend on someone and have someone to drive me home every single day.
My legs can't walk no more after a long long day.
And I just want to sleep my way home without worrying about missing my stop.

I hate rain.
Fuck that rain-is-cooling nonsense.
Wet floor pisses me off to the ultimate.
Try walking with a pair of shoes that has lost its grip. The usual route takes about 10 minutes to complete, now lengthens to 15 minutes all because you have to walk extra carefully.
Doesn't help when the sick image of you slipping and falling on your ass, with your skirt flying up in the air keeps replaying in your mind.
I pray before I leave my office every single day.

Dear God,
Please, don't let me trip and fall. I promise I won't curse at that slow turtle in front of me. I promise I won't glare at those who rush to walk in front of me. I promise I won't roll my eyes at yaya papayas. Just don't let me trip and fall.
Amen.

I hate ants.
Fuck the army of ants that invaded my work space the entire day.
And I thought they would never stop coming.
All I have on my table is a bottle of Lays chips, which is hardly sweet and left open. Its kept in a airtight bottle. But I have no frickin idea why the stupid ants kept coming.
Its like every few words I type, I would see 3 ants scampering around my table.
I remember my piano teacher (yes, I use to take piano lessons), being buddhist, she insists that ALL lives are sacred. (yes, that includes those piece of shits, and the jerks you curse and swear at everyday). And how we shouldn't kill (yes, this also includes those piece of shits and the jerks that infuriate you till no end every single day). And how she would gently blow the ants away from your table.
Impossible task.
If I were to blow them, they would land on another side of table, and I just have to keep blowing (no no, not that).
Imagine if you are an ant (not that tough for everybody).
And you are minding your own business in search for food, or just strolling on a nice cool day.
Typhoon keeps hitting you, and you fly and land somewhere foreign, and this happens like 20 times.
Wouldn't you rather die?
I can't decide, but I think the ants should die.
And so they did.
I've sinned.
I killed about 40 ants today. (no ain't kidding)

I hate stupid people.
Pain in the asses pisses me off doubly on a Monday.
Of all days, I had to receive some ridiculous friendster msgs today.
Though usually, I would laugh it off and ignore.
But because today is MONDAY, it just annoys me.
If you want to befriend someone. I think it's just a form of respect when you send a message in readable English.
If you are dumb and have lousy English, just stick of simple words and short sentences.
If you can't spell, don't even bother writing.
Because to you, though it seems OK. It makes me dizzy just reading your lousy English. Nausea overwhelms me, when I spot gross sentences.
Not that I am high and mighty, really.
But people who write stuff like the following should deserve to live as ants.

"Hi, you smiles and looks has capture my eye. Want to hang around?"

I would love to reply.
Really.
Like: Hang around my desk, and you die like the ants.
But I doubt it would make much sense to him. Though it would make perfect sense to me.
(chants: DIE DIE DIE LIKE THE ANTS)

BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
Tomorrow won't be piss me off Tuesday.
If it is. I think I'd go be an ant.