I got this message around 3 o'clock today:-
You know what happened, a friend of mine said she worked in Fendi, so on the way home, I pop in to see her and it turns out-she doesn't work there anymore!
Ah, fuck! This is where I want to publicly apologize to Hisham for going through all the trouble and also--for failing to tell him I've stopped working there. ( They never even technically told me they didn't need me anymore man...they only said they'd call. PHOOEY)
At the EXACT same time, I got this from Farwin:-
Yo az...some dude just came in here and asked for you man??
Double fuck. Oh well, least you met him already right Far Far?
So, for the record-I don't work there anymore.
*Mumblegrumble*
Can someone please find me something else? PLEASE. Something really small and minisculed where my presence won't even be noticed. I'm bored out of my fucking mind. And the only thing that's comforting me now is that results will be out next week?
Contradicting sentence but what the hell. Least once I know how the hell I did, I can get started in getting ready all the shit I need. Which will take up most of my time and free me from this stagnant state I've been in.
In the meantime, I will stick to my friends (who are indeed working) like parasites and mooch off their moolah. Hello you people working at law firms and retail stores!
And I should get back to planning this Redang/Singapore trip, which I'm not so sure is going to happeeennnn. I hope it does. I need some spontaneity at least.
Oh, is that 21 rule for clubs fully enforced now? Bugger. I wanted to go dancing this Thursday.