I don’t know why but it feels like a Friday. It’s felt like a Friday ever since my company announced that we’d be forced to clear our leave, with the exception of a few days brought forward. That would set me up for 2 weeks of doing completely nothing. Completely nothing. The thought of that just washed away any other thoughts salaried workers think of come year-end. It’s made me more of a rabbit on hyperdrive digging away at holes in the ground, trying to finish up stuff I’d have left over till next month to do. Unfortunately, that also means I’ve been having less sleep than required. Hazardous, my colleagues say, bah fuck: I’ve got more days of leave to clear than they — all of them — have.
Ha. Haha. Ha.
Pathetic isn’t it?
In other news, I’ll apologize in advance for being completely male, here. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. And it’s not as if it’s the first time I’m seeing her, of course. It’s the second time I’m seeing her, and I suddenly recalled why I made excuses to see her earlier. Ok, she was hot, in that almost-emaciated ah lian kinda way. It wasn’t just the way she sat, it was the way she walked (god, if all women had fine asses like that…).
See, she doesn’t really walk - she struts. Her whole body moves in a series of struts. Her back’s erect and her poise confident and she saunters across her office like an.. an.. animal of some sort. The usual figuratives come to mind: cat lah, gazelle lah, whatever. And then, of course, she’s blessed with a fine set of knockers. It’s the way she sits at her table. Her chair is set low, so she just rests…um… on the table.
It was a routine visit to pick up stuff she’d prepared for me. Ok, so her sister looks a mite cuter than she does because she’s younger (eh?) but damn… I went for the ‘I’ll call you if there’re any problems’ line. Then followed up with a ‘I’ll call you anyway’ bit and sensed a bit of the old tightening around her eyes. Aiyah, I’ll harass her anyway, all in due course.
