mad rampage

its been a generally 'ok' day. except that, i fell asleep on the couch, still in my tahu telur-smelling outfit, only to wake up and find the house in an ugly state. heaven knows why i haven't noticed it before, but the walls were adorned with cobwebs, the floor laced with dust. and the pile of washed laundry was just sitting there for millenniums, i reckon they had to be washed again after i'm through sorting them out.

daaaaammit.

and so, i started yelling. what the fuck have the kids been doing the whole weekend? phil's just typing on his bloody laptop, steph just got home. jesus. so, i'm the maid now. as if interning(sorry, slaving) and waitressing was a holiday or something.

sigh.

of course, no one gave a damn. and so i'm in the middle of folding the clothes now, fuming. i just vacuumed the whole house. and, what? it's 10pm. which retard vacuums the house so fucking late?

on a lighter note, i spent the night munching on donuts and keropok with the girls (and the butch). fiona sorta got herself terminated, much to my dismay. abang tried to explain his grandmother story to me regarding the whole matter, seeing how he knew i was her friend. it turned into a 'my job sucks' rant-session and ended with him defensively saying 'cat, i'm not complaining, but, you know. i darah up, dik!'. i really don't care. i saw it coming, anyways.

we've hired more newbies. 2 guys and 2 girls. i find it extremely insane cos we never had guys in the restaurant before, except abang and, probably, bapak, my dear boss. so, you can imagine the ripple of excitement across the kitchen and dining staff. sheesh.

ben's been an angel, and he's one of the reasons i look forward to the weekends. hardehar. i don't care if i'm grandmothering in this post. but i found it amusing when he barged in from the back door with a crazy glint in his eye, pulled my earphones out and stuck his earphones into my ear, exclaiming "you must listen. better than your songs!" course, it could have been a plot to prevent me from noticing he was 15 minutes late. and even if that's the case, its applaudable.

nora and shorty saw the WWE summer slam something-or-another yesterday. shorty's been wrestling crazy even before she was a girl-masquerading-as-a-dude. i think its lay-muh. but, well, it takes all types to make the world =) and i love him/her to bits (and pieces).

sigh. i'm going to stop typing for a bit, click on the orange blinkey bars and be anti-anti-social for awhile.

fuck the clothes, too =)