Hips don't lie, they gyrate...
Welcome to my humble domain. No I am not dead yet. I am still alive and gyrating. Yes, you heard me, I'm happy.
I appreciate small little things in my life now called simplicity. I've focusing on ME, ME and ME for a month or so and I can safely say it now, I'm well rested. Work hasn't been that much of a drudgery. Its kinda fun now. I have colleagues who look forward to lunch hour, tea break, 6.30pm just so that they could hang out with me or something like that.
That's one motivation I can live with. But of course, I will never forget a little something called ME. So what if I'm nearing my quarter life crisis. I know a lot of people have shown symptoms of QLC, and kicking themselves in the butt to make them feel better. I'd say, BRING IT ON!
I am pretty concern with my first impression towards others. Do I appear confident, snobbish or conservative? My manager till now kept telling everyone how she was deceived by me when she met me the first time. She perceived me as someone really decent, responsible and sweet. But within a week or so she changed her mind. She called me wild, havoc and head strong.
No, she does not hate me now. Apparently being such, I am well-liked by her. In fact she love me so much she had been inviting me to so many parties which I had to nicely decline since I'm embracing simplicity for a while. If she can't party with around the booze, she'd party with me anywhere she feels like it now.
She has this habit of spanking me and hugging in front of my peers. They looked at us in disbelieve. I guessed they hadn't seen her behaving in such a way but why is she like that now? What have I done? Is she deprived of fun in the office that she had to use me as her muse?
Hey.. I'm not complaining. She had been nothing but a role model to me at work. I have a very high chance of getting my ass permanently in this company if I keep up my battle here. She has already made arrangement for me to get boxes of namecards! That's my reward for getting my ass bruised from her spanking. I'm not complaining...
Labels: happiness, work