11:32 p.m. - 2004-10-28
Curing Depression
VIP my afterburners!!
"Oh, you've got to be in by 8am sharp. there's a VIP coming at 9am to see the Planet Games exhibition. everything must be ready."
Firstly, do i look like i care about your stupid VIP? i'd rather be in bed sleeping, cuddling my precious 22-year old stuffed dog, and being unwaveringly guarded by my 5 BT Autobots. Secondly, knowing Science Center, nothing EVER runs according to schedule.
so i showed up at 8am and had to wait half an hour for the technicians to come in and switch on the timers before the rest of us could go in and turn on all the gaming systems. then there was a 15-minute problem with the 3D Movie projector.
9am rolled around and there was no fragging sign of the stupid VIP. for the record, he didnt show up till 10.40am and to add to the insult, only went in and looked at one exhibit, then left. SLAGGING INJUSTICE! This is what i got up at 6am for?? FRAG YOU! whoever you are, and may you rot in the infernal PIT!!
i swear, the two guys i had to work with today, i seriously entertained thoughts of shoving their heads through one of the arcade game screens. FRAGGING SLACKERS!! they act like a pseudo-gay couple and stand around chatting about pants, seafood, underwear, g-strings, life in the army, and Primus knows what else, while i'm rushing back and forth between 2 out of 3 sections of the Exhibition hall getting faulty arcade games fixed, handling visitor questions and complaints, demonstrating how to play games, giving directions, and a fragging slagload more. being pissed was an understatement.
and one of the guys just makes me want to lop his head off. he is so uber-feminine, that its gotten to the point where just being around him makes my skin crawl. he talks, walks and behaves like a typical bimbo-ish girly-girl. Primus he makes me wanna hurl. i have a feeling he'd probably cry if he broke a nail.
and the other guy decided to try debating with me about TF. gee, a moderate TF fanboy vs a hardcore TF fangirl? i wonder who'd win that one. *rolls optics*
i all but danced out of the Science Center once work was over. it was just such a relief to get out of there. then i rushed my aft down to Clarke Quay to meet me buddy KY. Ahh so nice to be back with crazy people again. normal people just make me nauseous. unfortunately, the TF comics havent come in yet, so leaving CQ, we went down to Rapid Culture.
thanks for dinner KY ;)... and dont worry about not walking me to the mrt station. there's more to this girl than meets the eye... teehee.
inside Rapid Culture we broke out the toys - Bluestreak and the Lambo Twins - , blasted the TF soundtrack nice and loud, and discussed much TF, lots of TF.. in fact, the conversation was nothing BUT TF. now thats what i call a proper conversation. Ratchet, Prowl and Prime playing various instruments... lol... i can still see the mental images... nothing like a nice TF chat to bring me out of depressing work funk.
oh and did i mention that one of the guy store owners at CQ keeps hitting on me? heh yea..
