How do you talk to me? Assessing the risk of pissing me off.

With regards to my inability to blog anymore, that, the title, is the only one I can think of.

I don't really know if I should put my blog on private viewing with only a few people seeing it. Still in major contemplation. But what is the likelihood of people/strangers reading this and thinking that I may need immediate medical attention? One wonders, I wonder.

Career: All things are difficult at the beginning. I'am loving it. I'am liking my new boss. No complains there.

I treasure all my friendships. I love you all dearly. BUT,

1) Do not ask me WHAT TIME will I be finishing work.

2) Do not ask me WHY am I working on weekends.

3) Do not ask me why am I working LONG hours.

And I guarantee you we're good.

Just bear with the old bird for a bit. Making assumptions about this is reasonably unsafe, as the general violence in me would be awakened.

Selfish and strange (my rule book)

All things aside, Yamkins came back from India with an Indian Cosmo mag with Sushmita Sen looking more than prefect on the cover. And everyone was bitchin' away. I mean, is this necessary? You should love yourself and be happy with yourself. I wasn't at all threatened by the cover. I keep telling these people. They never listen. Children in my life.

This was the cover.
Like...damn that.WTF???!!! WAATHAAAFFUUUCKKK???!!why is she so prefect huh..huh huh..why why why...I don't really like you right now god...why didn't you spend a little more time on me? @#&%@$%$@

I love my mummy :

I asked my mum for some cash 2 days ago because my cashflow was a lil....uhmmmm...a lil...lets not go there...I always pay her back...

I asked her....'Can I have some cash, I'll pay you back in 6 days?'....silence....then I cleared my throat and asked her again....silence....pin drop silence. I think I heard doves cry...

So I gave up.

So I' am going to be very busy doing some wedding shopping as I have friends getting married soon :) Saree stores..here I come baby...

Now the low down on my new job? We need a whole new blog for that, will keep you all posted. Currently, it's just a girl who smells like fried fish (further than B.O) that sits in front of me (from 9am to 9pm)----> I can't hold my nose in public, my mother told me not to do that because it's rather rude. So I listened to her and bought glade stick-on air refreshener and stuck it onto my message board in my cubicle so I can breathe the flowery goodness instead of fish. The girl needs to do something about her stench man. Come on, you're a woman. I refer to her as Ratwoman.

Question for you: What do you say to a 48 year old spinster with a wonderful personality, a high flying job that wanted to get a maid especially for her dog? Cause I just stared expressionlessly. You know, like the same way I stared when my classmate,we were 14 years old, asked me fairly loudly in class..."Naaalinaaaa, what's masturbation? Is it a type of dance?"(Vivid memories)....Not quite sure whether to laugh or cry.

Note: This blog contains no amount of sarcasm or confidential information.

Problems in my life: I broke my headphones.

I tend to leave quite an impression.

God bless auditors and their love for walking into the office at 11am.