Maya, LM.C vocalist and guitarist- plain amazing. Cool guy.

WARNING: Longest rant in an era. Beware of eyes bleeding from the small font.

I got a job! Hurrah! I will be the errand girl at the CATALOG magazine office up to results day. I was extremely happy at first to get a job becase job= salary= Pokemon Rangers: Shadows of Almia= Rune Factory 2= new clothes for the first time in 455676467 months.

However, three days INTO the job and I'm desperate to leave it. Cubicle rats all over the world, my heart feels for you. Having a job is the pits. Pits Pits Pits. I actually find myself missing Chemistry lessons and having recess, because working is just that. Working. Everyone I've complaint to have told me that this is working life, get used to it. GRAH THIS SUCKS.

The difference between working in an office and listening to Ms Koh talk about the Cold War is this: In Ms Koh's lesson, if you start to orbit by sleeping in class or poking Abigail with assorted markers, you won't get in any major trouble with the relevant authorities. However, in the office it isn't entirely appropiate to just plop your head down on the desk when you feel you need a few zzzzzzzs.

Everyone around me in the web designers' office was busy typing, clicking, calling etc etc etc. Just going to the toilet intimidated me because to get the the holy toliet, I had to cross through the intimidation zone. By this I mean the editors and writers' office where everyone is busy at their computers and stare at me when I walk past. Of course, the fact is that everyone in the office thinks I'm a freak. This is due to the first day, where struck with a bad case of nerves, I had a destructive stomachache that caused me to head to the toilet for a grand total of 7 times in 10 minutes.

I knew I should have listened to Man wah and Roxanne when they advised me NOT to take a job yet, becuase the break after O's are for FUN FUN FUN. But the lure of money overides all concerns. Receptionists out there, you have my admiration. Because no goddamed person can sit at the desk for 7 hours picking up calls and dialling numbers. My job is as deceptively simple as a secretary's: call people to check if their email on CATALOG's mailing list is still valid. It's deceptive because the mailing list for CATALOG runs to 1150+.

'This is all for the money' is my mantra at the office. And I'm currently at no. 756 including all the people that did not pick up their bloody phone so I have to call them back. After that, it's straight to Excel on the computer to redo the whole mailing list. I just fear what else I have to do. I feel even more pissed off with myself when I hear about the good jobs that my friends scored.

It feels good to get all this stuff off my ass, even if I sound like a spolit kid who was suddenly condemned to hard labour.

I had a great time today (13/12/2008) though. All I can say is, I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE LIFESIZED KANDA YUU. For whoever gets what I meant, +100 for you.

'O' level results day :15 January. There is jubilation because I can end my work, depression because of my shitty 'O' level performance.