It's been over a month since I last saw daylight upon leaving the office. Return home mostly in a daze, driving automatically and before I know it I'm plonked down in front of the telly and dozed off there. I miss my bed.
It's the head-cracking, expletive-ridden, migraine-inducing, blood-boiling kind of stress at work. Not made easier by idiots who by some stroke of luck made it to Senior Manager level, yet still spoke like a true idiot. Let's not go there, I'll be out of a job before I can shut my gob on that case.
Anyway, I always turn to retail theraphy to help grease the grind a little. You know, the drug to keep me coming to work and behave like a good natured boy should. So I bought meself a little something something from Cerruti. Alas, it's not enough! So I bought another something something from freaking Mont Blanc. Who said happiness can't be bought?
Well, they're freaking right. I've burnt a huge hole in my (spanking new) wallet, whoever said that would help in alleviating stress???
Hey, whining about it actually helped a little! And it's free too, bugger.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Would You Care For Some Whine, Sir?
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6 comments:
ko beli aper cerruti n mont blanc? dedua pen ke?
try buying & drink barbican...heaven..
p/s: i sell it.
life4hire: gile ape, pen aku pakai kilometrico sudeyyy..
bugger: hey i love barbican! i love the pineapple one. so how do i buy 'em from u?
you're out of your mind alr, you need me as your shrink +) haha
wah. if you feel good then it [retai therapy] is good. la. kut. :P
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