One incompetent ex-worker, one procrastinating boss

It's the deadly concoction for my glass. The Martian, who has left the service - with a bang - since May last year, has it's radiation lingering in the office. The deadly half-life, coupled with a procrastinating boss who chuck the all important document somewhere between two insignificant pieces of paper, paved the way to the shit hole for me.

As usual, the Fool was sitting at her desk, enjoying the cool air-con, looking into her email screen with no new enquirers, and barking at any calling customers. Boss suddenly produced a letter from IRAS dated 18/4/11 and today is ... 27/5/11, and good one month from the letter.

Whoa... I better start to dig my grave or I might miss the auspicious timing.

Back to reality

I have reached the end of my annual holiday at PRChalet. Its time to fall back into the dark well of reality, sometimes known as worklife. Back to facing idiots at work and wearing a facade to talk to people.

What has been most enjoyable during this ICT?

- Being an advanced party trooper.

-- Able to choose the best bed.

- Play monopoly card.

- Everyday book out until scared/sian.

- Every day PT.

-- Found my fitness (manhood according to CO).

- Crapping with buddies (Stanley on the alternative warm up exercises).

- Bt Chandu, my next running route.

- Biathlon (Sean, nice running alongside)

- Fishing joy

- ETC... ...

What has been undesirable?

- Everyday book out until scared/sian/no dinner indent.

- Team broken up to form a chapalang team.

- Outfield (as always).

- Cooking during a short outfield.

- Drawing signal sets and bringing them outfield.

- One egg, one sausage.

I can go on for both list, but I shall just stop there. Comrades, see you in a year, or, touchwood, during war.