horrigible shit

All good things must come to an end.

The last proper entry was like almost two weeks ago so seeing that time has lapsed and I haven't blogged...I am treading on very thin ice now after the Monday that I was summoned to see the shipping shit manager after working hours. That is the problem when there are no seniors hovering above, I get a good taste of what it's like to be a tic. It's not just the backlog, it's the ownership and fuck it, I was only playing a supporting role seeing that this entity was assigned to the pure brat initially. I've become a slave to my email and somehow living in fear, having to check it at least twice a day (client's place no internet access) and holding my breath whenever there is a pop-up that announced that I've got new mail. All thanks to the shipping shit. Anything that relates to it can only spell more work and worse still, to see one liner such as "Call me now" from the manager.

Argh I don't know when I can shrug off this shipping shit and I'm going on leave in about 1.5 weeks' time. Currently I'm just extremely scared that I'll be booked back to clear the shit. I don't know if the upcoming counselling session (if there is one) works to get me outta this so at least maybe I can see a faint glimmer of my future here otherwise ...my retiring plans would be brought forward.

But to be fair, I think it's the people that counts. If I have a slightly nicer manager who knows his stuff and bugs lesser and the pure brat is actually someone who doesn't piss people off, maybe ... I won't mind that much. Yes and to be fair again, the shipping shit pales in comparison to the other shit I have gone through before (and didn't get outta alive for that matters).


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Enough of the above.

I attended a friend's wedding on Saturday, my first friend to get hitched since all weddings I attended in the past are relatives or friends of my parents. Well more to come... ;) Seeing my friend looking radiant and blissful in that gorgeous white gown made me wonder when would it be my turn to be up there walking down the aisle with my dad beside me. *shudder* I don't think that's going to happen in a million years' time, meaning never because I'm starting to believe not in this lifetime. I'll be happy with a dog as companion, trust me.

Haha, anyway happy for her.

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Eeks it's only Monday.

edit: Okay so I got a sudden urge to do a revamp here and re-skinned my blog and settled this in 30 minutes, cool. And for the first time, it actually looks decent on firefox too. I hate ie btw...the new version absolutely sucks.