Muttons in the morning

I dedicated this entry to Muttons in the Morning on 987FM.
They crack me up every single morning.
I look like a complete ass laughing on the way to McDonald's this morning, all because of a crotch joke that was said.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!
Although I think she quit reading my blog already (I think).
But still, a BIG shoutout to Mummy.
Had thought of sms-ing her last night at around 12am. But kinda weird cos she was just next door. Hur
I had wanted to get her this Swaroski handphone strap that I saw previously, and I went searching around the entire store (all 4 floors of it) after work today to look for it but it's out of stock.
Teaches you never to shop last minute for presents.

I cannot believe my manager actually asked me to do my confirmation review on my own.
Then again, he hardly knows what I'm doing everyday, so I really don't know how he's going to be reviewing my performance. But adding to my workload now is not so a good idea.

Some dumbf*ck, Yes DUMBF*CK thinks I am oh-so-free at work and have nothing-to-do at work.
Right. Let's not point fingers.

I am undeniably stressed.
So stressed I went to work with cramps, the I-want-to-die type of cramps this week, all because we're all individually in charge of our own departments. So if I am down say with bird flu (touch wood), during the time I'm away the brands I'm doing just get miserably neglected. Taking MC doesn't seem so much a good thing anymore.

*Chants for the weekend*