` THE RALLY `
Thursday, November 5, 2009
several weeks ago, my mum told me to test the fridge in the ware house, the fridge has been there for years, it was at the very rear end of the ware house and i ended up jacking several pallets out to get the fridge out to the front of the ware house for a power point. after that, the next instruction was to measure the dimensions of the fridge. Done. then several weeks later, i was told to clean out the stinking rotting working fridge. Oh crap... additional work, never mind, so i said how da hell to get rid of the smell, its really bad, so she talked about lemons etc. So i said, buy the lemons, the kind of cloth you wanna use and let me know the instructions. 1 week later, i woke up and i the 1st thing i was asked was, did you clean the fridge. so i said no. why? what you mean why? where's the lemons? din the maid give it to you? so i said no. she walked down, yelled at the maid for forgetting to pass me the lemons, ok fine, people do forget things, coming from someone who doesnt remember his own bday till promted, so i said, never mind i will clean it today. Mum turned around and fired me, why did you not follow up and ask the maid regarding the lemons. ok, that was it. the 1st few words i actually spoke in the morning was regarding this conversation, so am i suppose to be like donkey from shrek asking the maid daily since 1 week+ ago, " are the lemon here yet?" i replied that this is riduclous. she said it was my job to clean the fridge. so i left house with the lemons, and a pleasant surprize came, she called someone else to go clean the fridge, i told him, nvm , i will do it. and i just finished a long day at work driving up and down and just finished cleaning the fucking fridge. i scrubed with all the lemons i could, well, guess what, my hands have been bitten by the lemon and the fridge still stinks, but much cleaner, no more chicken blood/dust and not much yellow stains left, but there were several silicon marks that could not be removed. job done. Happy fucking birthday, this is what my birthday means, i was borned to be ordered around, to be cleaning fridges. happy birthday bloody bastard boy! and seriously, i would refer to my brother's blog dated on Monday, November 02, 2009 1.04 am. i agree with my brother to that particular person. abusing authority. _|_ and yeah, happy birthday mother fucker, i just wanna go home to slp and rot my brains out. _|_
brakes applied at |11/05/2009 11:40:00 PM|
