The Thermometer

You know, being an office girl was not on my aspirations list just like waking up brutally early is not on my favourite list. Waking up as early as 7am is driving me insane. I crawl into bed by 10pm and talk gibberish when the boyfriend calls.

 

That being said, ze boss is on leave for 2 days and that leaves all of us in danger of getting attacked by The Thermometer(TM). In case you didn’t know, TM hates all of us, somehow I believe that he hates me more than the others. He’s one person who has issues, many issues, I tell you. I am contemplating on doing something evil. Fine, so it will be not that evil after you hear it. I was thinking of sending him an article on the importance of at least making his workers feel appreciated and happy instead of constantly saying we are “incompetent” and “not in the l.o.o.p.” 

 

Okay, or should I just scratch The Thermometer’s car. Hmm. My conscience has just told me that this is a “no-no” plan as it will cause me even more problems. But it is oh-so-tempting. The former sounds simple and straight to the point doesn’t it? Now, I just need to find a perfect article and some balls to execute this mission.

 

15 minutes to freedom. Ahh, I can already smell the stinky armpits of the commuters in the train and their selfish manner in not allowing others to exit while guarding their “place.” How refreshing.

 

 My goal for tomorrow: AVOID TROUBLE AT ALL COST unless trouble finds me first.

 

6pm. f-i-n-a-l-l-y. Time to rush out of here.