Yet another day

I lament the passing of each day, each sunset brings with it regret, unfulfilment and a deep sense of longing. Nope, I have not contracted some terminal illness with my days numbered. I just thought it would be a more impactful beginning rather than "sibei sian" which incidentally is what I seem to feel virtually all the time of late. My most oft coined four letter word besides 'sian' is 'sigh'.

This is another boliao bitchy post as you can plainly tell. There are some people who seems to serve no purpose on earth other than to irritate me and keep my blood pressure high. Case in point, our office bimbo. Of late, we have fallen out with each other and are no longer on talking terms. Conventional wisdom has it that I am petty and unreasonable. Well, DC has never been known to adhere to convention. Digression aside, our office bimbo has the uncanny ability to get my blood pressure to levels where Goofy (my company doctor) would exclaim in that effeminate manner of his. She used to ask me the stupiest questions which I often react with "Do you really not know the answer or are you asking me just to irritate me?". Then she will give a face and complain that I always bully her. WTF? Maybe at this juncture you would think that I am really a short tempered individual. My mercurial personality aside, if you were in my position you would be frustrated after answering the same question for the 15th thousand time, especially if the information on a booklet that we each have a copy of. It's like DC is a voice operated information dispenser.

Of course now that we are not on talking terms, for most parts, I am spared this irritation. She has chosen to ask her silly questions to our boss who somehow finds it cute or whatever to entertain such mindless queries. Yet, the way she talks is so irritating that in spite of my expressive nature, I possess no ability to do justice in description. Being no shirking violet myself (and possibly the most bitchy heterosexual man alive) I certainly spare no quarters in annoying her as well. Her attitude towards punctuality is akin to that of a barbarian towards interior decoration, i.e. purely peripheral. Each day when she finally plods in, I would make a big show of looking at the time and then at her and then start to shake my head in mock resignation. Whenever she starts to talk in that whiny tone of hers I would clear my throat as though I was some 70 year old man suffering from chronic tuberculosis (how the hell do you spell this word?).

Ok so I am bitchy but I can't begin to explain how she irritates me without going deep into the entire context and the background. To give you a little more insight into her personality, here's an example. She was talking with my colleague about our much delayed increment letter and my colleague told her "No need to worry, your boss promised to fight for you", to which she replied "It better be good". WTF? She is a sales superstar? I must have missed it out. Somehow everyone in our company managed not to capture her remarkable sales results.

I could never stop bitching about her irritating-ness but I shall graciously stop here.