MOTHER-FUCK-A TIME CAPSULE.
I think I'll answer my time-capsule question right now:
" How are you and your co-workers now? Are you still tired of their bitchdom? Do you still want to pencil stab someone? Tell me how you've handled problem no. 1."
WELL! TOUGH SHIT JACKY CHENG!
I give up.
I'm sick of this shit, I mean I don't wanna stab her with a pencil anymore, I just don't want any form of contact with this woman... like, if there is a unit of mass to measure her level of bitchiness, she would be a giant black hole. If I fucking hover over her horizon I'd get sucked in and then spaghettified by her bitchiness.
No it's not that serious, but seriously, she's pissing me off at such consistent rate that is even more irritating than 5 babies crying + 3 cellphones ringing in a movie theater.
So what the fuck did she do? To be totally precise: BEING HERSELF.
It's like what the fuck? Stop saying "Well, that's what you think."
NO FUCKING SHIT RIGHT? thanks for telling me I am thinking what I am thinking. AND THEN? Conversation over? Then why the fuck did I tell you what I am thinking what I am thinking?
Pisses me off man, and then the small talks. FUCK secretive small talks, bunch of women gather up in their office whispering each other trivial shit, then act all secretive, I'd walk in the office and ask them what the fuck is going on, and they'd tell me "Oh nothing! Heehee."
SHUT THE FUCK UP, and STOP GIGGLING.
STOP GRABBING ATTENTIONS BY DOING THESE STUPID LITTLE TALKS IN THE OFFICE.
It's like working with children. They really think doing this will receive the attention they desired. This girl man...omg, she loooooooooooooooves to create fake little shitty secrets so they all can discuss in discretion, this is fucking retarded.
Worst yet, if there actually IS a problem, she'd make it seem like a fucking 9.2 earthquake or some shit, CALM. THE. FUCK. DOWN! nobody is is gonna die, my god.
And then the wannabe-wittiness. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE SMART, nobody fucking cares, if you're so smart you'd leave and started your own business of selling fake secrets and stupid jokes. The fuck is wrong people.
OH yeah, so one day, I was eating my beef noodle, minding my own business. I was having a hard time trying to untie the plastic bag, this woman STILL needed to make a statement:
"Well! It's Jacky's fault that he doesn't know how to untie the plastic bag, it's not the plastic bag's fault."
WHAT THE FUCK GIRL!? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO YOU? Does that boost your self-esteem? I don't fucking get it.
Sigh... I don't think I can handle this problem Jacky, I'm smaller than this problem, the only way to solve this problem in my opinion, is to stab her neck with a pencil.
I fucking hate work now.
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