I HATE MY JOB.

It's so boring and mundane. Those bloody codes are such a pain. Some customers are really huge pains in the ass and I'd often have this urge to scream at them to get the hell out or to throw them down and stomp on them. Oh, and when there's a long queue waiting to pay up and leave, some ass-shites decide to pay me with coins, which doesn't sound so bad, but when the amount owed is $22.75, it is no joke. All eyes wld be boring into the ass-shite of the moment, wishing all the bad karma in the world on him/her. And I, again, wld have the urge to hurt him in some way, this time by slapping his head real bitchily.

You might be wondering, with lovely customers such as these, why I wld be bored with what I do. It's just the same thing, y'know. You ring up almost the same items everyday, stand behind the same counter, meet the same sorta ass-shites, plus some miraculously nice shoppers, and spend the end of the day counting the same sorta money again and again to do your balancing. You just stand there, pack things and press buttons on a machine. How exciting.

But...there is an up side to it all.

Standing for hours have proven to be good for my legs(read:fat legs become less fat). I actually feel my legs getting toned, y'know? Mmm.

I LOVE MY JOB.

Yep yep.

I wanna go to the beach again!! I went with Jay last saturday and it was absolute heaven, I tell you. And I'm not just talking abt the beach. *winks*

Sigh...... I miss you, Jijay Kumar. Miss you very much. :( Bring me to the beach again! Again again again! *claps and giggles retardedly like some stupid Teletubby*

Oooh..my sister just came home and she got me some Whisper pads. Yippeee!! I dunno abt other girls, but Whisper is abt the only brand I can trust to hold in all of my menstruatory(is there such a word?) fluids. I have absolutely no leakage, y'know? It's a wonderful, wonderful product.

Maybe some Whisper sales-related person will read my blog and sign me up to be an ambassador for the brand. That'd be nice, no? I'll get money. Money is always nice.

Speaking of the green stuff, I lack them currently. My phone bill's overdue(my mom's not being paying it. BAH) and all outgoing stuff have been barred. Which means I can receive calls and msgs and stuff, so I'm still reachable lah. I'll be getting a prepaid card in a week's time, and till then, I can't reply to your smses, ppl! Oh, and that brings me to this:

Ragani! Sorry I didn't reply. I've been working late lately, so I'll call you tmr, wokay?

Twinnie! Like I told you on the phone, and to your comp at your office, *rolls eyes* I'm really REALLY sorry abt not calling you back!

Sindhu! Sorry I didn't reply to you too! No problem, I don't mind postponing our little shopping trip to next week the least bit. I'm free on wednesday and saturday, and maybe I will be free the other days too, but I've not gotten my schedule yet. So tell me when you can make it!

:-)

Alritie, I shall go off now, dad needs to use the comp. Night, babies!

Oh, and I love you, Jay!!

Yadda yadda yadda.

*yawns*

Changed my song! Needless to say, I love it.

*floats*

So. I've not blogged for what, 10 days? Not been having the mood to lately, which explains my sudden posting of lotsa test results and such half-assed blog material.

Working as a cashier's abt the most boredom-inducing thing that can happen to any sane-minded human(of which classification I am no exception, before you entertain yourself by thinking otherwise). When I look at vegetables and fruits these days their damned codes come to mind and it's not entertaining me at all! I am so sick of the job and it's been only a week plus, which definitely isn't a record for me or anything of that sort as I am the Temp Queen, if you know me well. I either quit, or get fired. In this case, I seriously hope I get fired cos I signed this stupid contract with the employment agency that affirms that if I resign, I'm gotta come up with $300 to pay them.

But maybe that won't be much of a problem money-wise to me. See, my mom wants me to quit too. Now that's a first! I can openly bitch abt the job to my mom and I'm absolutely loving it! She doesn't mind the part where I'm doing cashiering, it's the harrassment...of sorts.

A few days ago this guy called the place and I wasn't in, so he left my supervisor his number, asking me to call him back. I was wondering who the hell it cld be cos I nvr gave anyone the phone number(I'm not even sure I have it). So I called, from my hp(BIG MISTAKE) and it turned out to be this guy called Ram whose items I'd apparently checked out. He was wearing a blue shirt, it seems. Blue is such a fave among Indians, and there're so friggin many ppl wearing blue shirts everywhere. And like I give a damn abt his fashion sense! He started praising my looks to no end, and asked to meet up for coffee, and he wasn't bothered that I was attached, and wasn't gonna take no for an answer, which I'd said abt...47638947584884 times. After hanging up, he started smsing me, and calling, and smsing, and calling, and smsing, and calling. I nvr picked up nor answered, ofcos.

I was out with Jay today when he called from a private number. I hate private numbers! So many shitheads have got private numbers, and it's irritating answering the call hoping to god I'll find myself talking to a good friend and most disappointingly hearing a well-hated voice at the other end instead. Well, anyways, Jay was with me, so he got the phone from me and had a nice little chat with the fellow which left the poor shit speechless. No more news from him, so, YIPPEE, really! :-D

I've got a feeling it's not over, unfortunately. Not talking abt the blue-shirted fellow. Right after the day he called, I was ringing up a customer's items when he asked me for my number so that we cld have a drink at Clarke Quay or Boat Quay. And he proceeded to tell me I've got beautiful eyes, like a duck's (WTF?!!). I think he was slightly drunk.

I've not got much to say now...getting quite tired too. So I'll end this post with a quote.

-The world is peopled by fools.

Took this Jealousy Test thingie.

You are 20.63% jealous!
For this test, the average jealousy percentage is 35.54%.
240167 people have taken this test to date.



This percentage means that :
-You have very few jealous traits.
-You rarely over-react and have a handle on the severity of situations.
-Whatever jealous attributes you do have will not present a problem in relationships, and will sometimes help.


See Jay! Told you I'm not the jealous sort. ;p



The Social Misfit Test

You scored a 14%.
For this test, the average percentage is 22.399547803618%.
18576 people have taken this test to date.


This score classifies you as:
You have some strange tendencies but for the most part you are socially adept.


Gee...I wld nvr have guessed.

You're a BOMBSHELL.
You're kitten-like and sexy. You don't need
expensive rocks, you're so classy you overpower
your gems. You tend to put glamour before
comfort, but it doesn't take much for you to
look glamourous anyhow.
Men beg for a chance with you, and you can take
your pick because, frankly, you're too good for
almost all of them.


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I'M AN AUNT AGAIN!!!!

My sister's given birth to the pinkest, softest, loveliest baby boy weighing a healthy 2.95kg, and I'm so bloody happified, I'm gonna burst into smitherins!!!

*bursts into smitherins*

I'M IN LOOOOOOOOOVE!!!!