Was at work today and I swear I was swaying. Pretty beaten up and I honestly don't know why. I think it must have been last night when I slept at about 3 am in the morning. I'm still screwed up with my work and guess that's my only challenge now. Work is tedious nowadays but I guess I'll get use to it. Maybe cause its been awhile since I last worked long hours. The kids there work more than me but I seem to be the only one complaining. K, means no more holidays for me.
Girlfriend came to pick me up from work but dear boss has to kept preaching. Nice guy. But nevertheless, the girlfriend made my day. Now that that's done, I shall talk about Mr Mohd B M. Fucking piece of rotten shit dumbed in the sewers for God knows how long and left to rot in the freaking Bahamas in the freaking hot sun and dried up for freaking vultures to eat in the deserts! Okay, I think that was too much, two words, Fucked up.
I was heading home when Mr Mohd B M was fighting with me over a freaking cup of Mcflurry ice cream. He is the freaking staff of SBS transit NEL at Harbour Front. And know whats the best thing? He told me to fuck off. Like he really shouted at me to fucked off. I was like "what the fuck did you just say to me?" I was with the girlfriend so I didn't want to do too much and also the trains were already departing, the last train that is. But if I had the time, I would have asked him to get the fuck out of the freaking control room and tell him to fuck his own head. This is a freaking disgrace to SBS transit. Spread the fucking word! I don't fucking care what they think, this is outrageous!! K that's all!!
.: FucK YoU LaH :.
