::day 7::

day 7:
still no news from my boy, no phonecall no nothing. its the 7th day of his outfield and his birthday today, and yet i dun even know where is he or when is he coming back. i caught a cold, and i'm feeling really horrible. and things in the office aren't making me feel better. "oh God, i have an ill-divining soul" i think pple in the office probably think that biscuit is far more capable and competent than i am considering the length of time she's been here, and i hate the feeling of comparison. not that they are comparing us, but needless to say, there are bound to be some preference. no doubt i was here longer but so what? and so what if my bosses are gonna be sending me to japan and not her? i won't be surprised if at the end of it they send her instead of me for the simple fact that i am more passive when it comes to certain things. heck, like it matters. whatever! i can't wait to see the look on their faces the day i hand in my resignation letter. some gratitude would be nice. like remember who was it who stuck through with them from nothing, to the opening ceremony, to what they are now. i may not have played a huge role, but at least i didn't abandon them when they needed me the most. ingrats! and just because she needs someone to type chinese characters and i didn't volunteer she gives me this look like as if i'm lazy?! comon, i sux when it comes to chinese alright, and besides i'm not feeling well. like as if she doesn't know my chinese ain't fantastic, and since biscuit's level of chinese far surpasses mine, she'll definitely make the better choice, isn't it? *duhz* there's so many other reasons why she's just making me feel so worthless here in this little office. guess i'll just stick on in here until the end of this year and it'll be goodbye. and don't say there weren't any signs.