When you're about to leave and your PM/colleague/shithead/whatever finally decided to bring up some issues for you to look into. Once, its okay lah, understandable. Twice, still alright, we can never foresee too much. But each and everytime is like, putting it in an extremely polite way, totally bullshit loh! Of all the time I'm sitting in front of the machine communicating with you, would it really take that much effort and energy to just inform me beforehand so that I could finish everything and head home to get some rest? Fuh.
Happens on Mondays, Tuesdays, yada, yada, Fridays, Saturdays and even Sundays ZOMG! Sometimes I wonder where I get all the patience from, perhaps I can absorb life out of dead things which in turn will be processed into 'patience' and stored in my body.
I don't hate my job, I just resent the people I have to work with. Why lah in the first place I agree to join this project. Kenapalah jed, kenapa engkau begitu bodoh? Seems as though, my life will almost be perfect without my job, as all my posts labeled under Ramblings has something to do with work.
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