To God be the Glory.

/ 11/17/06

Dun hate the player, hate the game....

I got that line from the Neil Strauss's book. Oh well, I finished the book on my way to work and on my way back I felt so restless sitting down staring at peoples' faces in the train.

Sales today was good. I was impressed with my performance. I seem to enjoy working but I hate the working hours. Everyone is so nice and there isn't much office politics. Office politics is evident everywhere you go. You can't run away from it but you can ignore it. I plaster a smile on my face and everytime I hear someting negative about someone (a bitchin) I absorb all the juicy information and smile and say, "really?" or "Is it?". Haha....there is so much you can hear and I swear there are some really weird people in this Earth who happen to be working in my office. Marriot is such a wonderful person is work in. It's was voted as one of the World's Top 100 company to work for.

I have to rush to school early tomorrow to meet Mariam and pass my appeal letter over to my course cordinator. (I'm so not looking forward to wake up early in the morning and travel half of Singapore just to hand a letter that somehow I know isn't going to help or change "Mr Big-Fuck's" mind in RMIT. (Whoever he is....)

I've come to realise this first failure in this course of mine is going to bring about alot of embarrassment that I am not prepared to handle or face. I don't know how many people know about it and I don't know what they are going to think of me after this failure. Yeah, I know im making a mountain out of a molehill but that's what those in my course do. They would be so much so much gossips and rumours. Gosh and I'm not prepared to handle it all.
I wanna get drunk.

I'd better go rest.
Nitez.

Stumble It!

11:12 PM

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