big bang

my skin is dry from the constant exposure to the air-conditioning in the office and at home when i go to sleep although i do slather on a fairly generous amount of moisturiser on my face, arms and legs before i head to bed.

there's a loud siren in the background. an SMS tone it seems. but one that just burns constant reminders of how unfortunate the few of us who are still in the office at 11.17pm are feeling. the alarms go in our heads but there's really no escape. get the job done. even if we know that NOTHING gets done at this hour. because really, who is going to keep awake to give you an approval now? urgh. trust me on this, there are many flaws in the way things are running here that it's not even funny. i could write forever on this and still there will not be enough to convey how fucked up this situation is. but i will not go there. not tonight. my tolerance of idiot-ism can only tolerate as much. maybe perhaps one day when all my pent-up frustration needs an outlet, i will regale you with stories and anecdotes of this mad world. they don't call them mad men for nothing wtf.

it's now 11.25pm. last night, i was in the same position as i am now. waiting. tick tock tick tock. (this reminds me of gwen stefani's first single what you waiting for) every night, they tell you the same bull shit. it's going out tonight. fuck you. the bloody brief came in 2 fuckin days ago. there is no way in hell it will go out tonight. but of course they'll spin you a tale of crap cause they need it by the end of the week. go figure. they had the whole day to look at it and give whatever comments they had to say. but of course, if only life were as simple as telling you within the working hours of 9am to 6pm what sort of changes they want. hell to the no, sistah! you should be so lucky. they love telling you changes at 11pm because apparently they're vampires. they only come alive when the sun goes down.

now that's an anecdote right there. note that down, folks. we here just love sitting around waiting for these bloodsuckers to tell us what to do at 12am.

if things really did go out at the end of the ordeal, i would say ok at least i waited for a reason. but again, i tell you, i should be so lucky. they'll tell you they can't get the approval they need so we'll continue tomorrow, folks! i can say WHAT THE FUCK or i can just say I TOLD YOU SO. but that would just mean that i'm the fool.

but i won't be the fool for much longer. not if i have any say and control of my life and the destiny that i am supposed to fulfil wtf.

so on days like these, i will tell myself, this will all be over someday soon. you know why? cos baby you're a firework, come on show 'em what you're worth. yes, katy perry, i will make them go oh oh OWH!