What do you know?
You know nothing.
It finally sank in. I dont know anything because im not informed of anything whatsoever that has something to do with you old farts and your projects. Can i help it that im as redundant as a speck of dust to you men? No.
"Oh, you dont know about the contractor that your company awarded the work to ar Miss?"
That's like so fucking obvious right? Have i seen you before? No. And no one told me that this was for the office project and not the cafe project. Crap seh. One day, one day i tell you im going to jump off a building.
If Alice does exist, i'd be her best friend. Both of us are always lost. God knows when i will find what i want, if i ever know what i want in the first place. And stop calling the stupid office lah. Im not the receptionist.
In the end, im suffocating inside this hell hole. Literally, its freaking hot. Aircon is busted i guess. Tomorrow is going to be a crappy day too. Meeting with K people on the floor samples.
I wish the ground would open up and swallow me alive tomorrow. What will be the last thing that i see? Old men laughing their heads off and waving their contracts in the air.
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