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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

I Could Kick Anyone's Butt In Squash

Don't get me wrong. I'm not getting complacent with my skills in squash, but remember how I play much better when I'm angry? Yup. That. Right now, I'm quite sure I can trash anyone (even if it means playing foul) because

I AM SO PISSED.

PROVOKED.

INFURIATED.

JUST-PLAIN-SNARLING-YOU'D-BETTER-WATCH-YOUR-STEP-AROUND-ME ANGRY.

The day started out fine. I was recharged after a good night's rest at home; it was my mum's birthday yesterday and we had a nice dinner together with my siblings at the club.

Then I got to school with Von this morning, got briefed on what we're to do and got on with our work till IT happened.

When Von and I got back from lunch, a senior called us aside and asked us, looking really serious, if we'd used the centrifuge machine downstairs at 3rd floor.

We WERE at the 3rd floor most of the morning but we were at the South Wing using the Sonicator in another lab. We didn't touch the centrifuge machine at all. Not today, not yesterday, not ever.

Apparently someone used the centrifuge machine, made a terrible mess (media was spilled all over) AND stated in the logsheet that he/she was from OUR lab and signed off with the name 'Jocelyn'. So the next person who wanted to use the machine found it in a dire state, came knocking on our lab, and presumably made a scene (here, I don't know exactly what happened coz I was out at lunch).

Thing is, everyone thought it was ME because they assumed that Joy was short for Jocelyn. (My senior actually asked what was my full name; I told her and she asked, 'Joy's not short for anything?' Hello everyone, I'm sick of people mistaking. The name's J.O.Y. Not JoyCE or JoyCELYN or whatever shit ok.)

I hate being accused of something I didn't do. Worse still, I had to deal with the weird stares everyone at the lab was shooting at me.

For the last time, it wasn't me!!!!!

Now my senior suspects that someone is out to sabotage either ME or our lab.

WTH.

I hope the person get him/herself into some deep deep shit and gets fired.

DAMN YOU.

[Time of Confession] 4:53 PM
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1 Comments:

Blogger peabrain_mokkie_atwork said...

WISEcrack!! wiseCRACK!! WISECRACK!! ahahahaha i dun have anything wise to say! jsut realise its been a long time since i leave a comment! ahahahhahaa dun b angry! not worth it to get lotsa wrinkles and age faster for these kinda of pple! muahhahaha STAY HAPPY! and wish u best of luck for ur squashy match agst hall 2!

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