I am so freakin' pissed at human race. Oh no, soccer fans to be precise. Now I know why the stock market worsened once every 4 years in June. All because of the World Cup. Stoopid soccer. Its a stoopid game!

Here I am slugging in the office rushing my work, trying to meet dateline and there you are, my dear clients, happily sleeping in your couch in front of the telly after catching a soccer match at 4am whatever! Soccer comes first... work? Oh... what was that word? Work? Never heard of that word before... hmmm...

Ok, this whole week, out of 10 emails I sent, 7 was set on auto-reply telling me that they'll be out of the office till like the end of the month! Arrghhh!! Like HELLO! Life still goes on, ok!

Ah... can't blame them. Maybe the company paid them too much. Too much money that they can afford to buy the latest HDTV, subscribed to the premium soccer channels, able to purchase a car and make their way down to the supermarket to buy crates of beers to down everytime the referee blows the whistle!

If our magazine don't get published on time, it ain't my fault.

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