Confessions of a City Slicker

Exactly a year ago to this day, I celebrated my Independance Day from being liberated from that chinaman company.

This is probably the best decision I ever made.  What a relief it was.  I really couldn’t take all the politics, the phor-fessionalism going on there and of course, having to put up with seeing the KKC-less salted fish’s uglier than an ass mug every day.

Indeed, those were the days when I learned to swear in a few different languages.  I have forgotten most of that vocabulary now due to lack of use.

Ha ha….guess that shows you how happy I am with where I am now.

I mean, seriously, how many people can say that their bosses take them on vacation, all expenses paid to boot, have company meetings during tea time at Secret Recipe, let them buy anything they want to work with regardless of the expenses as long as they like it, find courses for them to improve themselves and most of all, thank them for their day when they leave work?

Not many, right?

In addition to that, the things that I get to learn today, are priceless.  They will definitely be something that I can use should I decide to strike it out on my own one day.

A word of advice to the ex bosses, sometimes, if you cut people some slack, they will be more willing to reciprocate.

If you want to run a tight ship, make sure you do it within reason and not based on the tantrums of a 3 year old.  Good people will always find opportunities to jump ship.

Count your blessings that you did not have to deal with a mutiny.

Hiding behind an email or Skype does not make you any less of an asshole.  We will probably respect you more if you come right out and admit it.

Lastly, don’t think that your deceptive smile and overtures of friendship can hide the fact that you betrayed, manipulated and lied to us, you two headed snake.  You are just fodder for our jokes when we get together.  So why don’t you just give up on calling us up under the pretense of catching up when you just want to dig for info?  Go back to dreaming of one day actually getting to have salted fish banana split, why doncha?

Chee Muis, am I right?

Happy Independance Day, America!

Unknown to the parents, I have been meeting him almost every night now.  He will usually be waiting for me when I get home from the gym.

Last night was no exception.  I was looking for him but didn’t see him at first, until he called me from his bike.  My heart came alive when I saw him.

As usual, we sat and enjoyed our cuddle session.  He will look at me with his pale eyes, imploring me to invite him in.  Of course I can’t.  Mom wouldn’t allow it.  So this is how we spend our time together.

He is practically putty in my hands. I can fold and stretch and mould him any way I want and he will just go along with it.  As long as I keep rubbing him the right way

I love him already.