I'm moving.....

Yeap, I'm moving......
nope, not my address but my workplace, from one table to another. Cause there's a new worker coming in, I heard she's a permanent staff so temp-staff like us had to make sacrifices......

it's ok, I'm only a temp-staff, I'm insignificant......

so today other then hearing the bad news that I had to change seats, I ALMOST can finished my piles of work and find some time to slack,when suddenly..... (feels like I'm writing an essay -.-'') a colleauge of mine called I think is leena or something like that,ya so she's the one who wasted my valuable time and asked me to put some letters in the envelope and of course more things than that but even if I say,you won't understand how hard is it.....( I need to seperate first,and then staple with the duplicate copy and...... argghhh!!! Don't feel like explaining anymore)

Like I said,I'm only a temp-staff.......

Then when I open my cabinet where I normally get my work from and guess what I see? A PILE OF WORK THAT IS AROUND 40cm IN LENGTH and I havent' count the ones which is still on my table


My first reaction was like: my,my what a unpleasant surprise.

OK,I better stop now, I still need to accept the fact that I'm moving to another table where I had to face the walls and is at the corner.

Bye bye people