♫♪♫ I Will Survive ♪♫♪

I’m still alive (trying to maintain), no need to worry. Actually…I’m happy if you did bother to worry about me, even just a little, a fraction of second. It means that you think about me and will notice that I’m gone dead (whenever I am). *tired sweet smile*

It’s been several weeks since I haven’t wrote. I didn’t want to bring your moral down with my miserable life. But I still have the duty to update my blog a little and give sign of life. Thus…

Last friday, I did a HUGE cleaning in my trash office. *Ewwww* I have to tell you that there were…things that do not belong to an office area. (you imagine the rest) After I have given my effort for a reasonable working space, the trash/dump is back to its original look after a short weekend. I didn’t even have time to take a picture with it. *roll eyes*

We don’t have a specific lunch hour there. *starving* You can eat when you have nothing to do, which is NEVER. But, if the phone rings, you have to pick it up. It is a violation of my personal time. I so want to sue them. *Argh* And. And. And. I still didn’t get paid. I’m now officially one poor (a real miserable) lady.

Another thing that I didn’t, don’t, and won’t understand is – why the heck do they have to use post-its as a tapissery on each desk? Can’t they just put everything in the computer??? *headache* No wonder they can’t find anything. Tsk.

It’s been a week that my grand-mother is mad at me. *Sigh* I was suppose to be the one who’s mad, because she yelled at me in a public chinese grossery store.

The story goes like this: It was a perfect sunny saturday. My aunt, grand-aunt, grand-mother, sister, and I went to do groceries. In an awkward way, granny was dressed like if it’s -20C outside (a winter coat and a pizza size hat). Then, she’s too lazy to hold it in her hand, so wanted to take advantage of my big bag. I just asked the question, why people always want to put stuff in my bag and can’t buy themselves a proper bag to put their OWN stuff? *exhales* I mean, what did I do wrong? I asked the question, because I don’t understand. And, she was on fire.

My mother was unhappy for all of this, so had a little chat with grand-ma, which leads to her being mad at me.

*gasp*

It’s like if I’m in The Jungle Book, Lost, and Survivor.