... now you won't stop calling me, I'm kinda busy.
I really hate it when people keep calling me. (Not call as in the phone call sense though that IS irritating too) Once or twice - fine. Five times; I get abit worked up. More than that and I am close to exploding. I have to keep myself from exclaiming "Bloody hell! Don't kpkb already."
Another thing that pisses me off is when people mouth off without fully processing what they're saying. Like, seriously. I don't think we were sitting there drinking champagne, painting nails or counting cash.
Honestly, SOME people, while there's still a possibility of people mourning your demise, just find a place and die already. Let it drag abit more and you'll have people popping champagne at your funeral. Ding dong, the witch is dead!
Something to that extent.
On a sidenote, things are going to get tougher. So I'm officially counting down to tendering.
It'll be just 2 weeks notice anyway. Yea, fuck you.
P.S Where is my Prada bag!
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