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Ok. So I admit I've been ranting way too much (you can blame being stuck in the office and having Net access at your fingertips)! I've tried calling this landscape architect firm but no one picks up the damn phone. And yes, I've tried more than 10 times already, at various hours. All I get is a super long wait for someone to pick it up - before it gets redirected to another number. Ah well, at least not them not picking up their phone is better than say...being redirected over and over again. My colleague called up this company to ask for a particular drawing that's missing or something to that extent.
My colleague is S. The company's people are...AR, EM and X.
S: Hello, AR? Blah blah blah. (Talks about the drawing)
AR: Oh, I'm not in charge of that. Call this number to contact EM.
S: Hello, EM? Blah blah blah.
EM: Oh. AR's in charge of that.
S: But AR directed me to you.
EM: Oh. Let me go check. Ok, you call this number to contact X.
S: Hello, X? Blah blah blah.
X: I'm not in charge of that. Call AR.
S: But AR directed me to EM who directed me to you!
X: Oh. But it's AR's project. Maybe he got confused. You just fax your queries over and bring it to AR's attention.
XD I find it hilarious, really. Now, I await 6.30pm when I can go home. I need sleep, seeing how my damn sister woke me up by playing some loud rock music at freaking 6 in the morning! There's also the meeting tmr. I hope they don't ask me to think of games. I suck at games. Oh, and I need to get this off my chest.
I have obscenely weird dreams that freak me out. I dreamt of this white floaty strapless gown that somehow became a poem (which was juxtapoxed) and then...that later became some musical score before it became a cloral (choral?) piece. And I mean it. I had a bloody ocean of voices singing it. It was freaky, especially since it started out with this child-like voice. Best bit? As inspiring as it sounds like, I cannot remember anything about it other than the gown and how the child sounded. (Then again, I like listening to choirs so meh.)
Maybe I need to go catch a choir performance soon or something. *shrugs*
Oh and I think I'm slowly growing resigned to the fact that one of my OTP is dead.
Farewell my sweet fluffy Kyumin.
But I still don't like the QMi. I'm a ZhouRy shipper! Which is weird, considering how Henry's a friend of a friend's classmate or something like that. I'm just esctatic I'm separated by the yunjae and teh kangteuk by less than 6 degrees. Awesomeness no? I mean...it's like writing a fanfic about your classmate or something.
My colleague is S. The company's people are...AR, EM and X.
S: Hello, AR? Blah blah blah. (Talks about the drawing)
AR: Oh, I'm not in charge of that. Call this number to contact EM.
S: Hello, EM? Blah blah blah.
EM: Oh. AR's in charge of that.
S: But AR directed me to you.
EM: Oh. Let me go check. Ok, you call this number to contact X.
S: Hello, X? Blah blah blah.
X: I'm not in charge of that. Call AR.
S: But AR directed me to EM who directed me to you!
X: Oh. But it's AR's project. Maybe he got confused. You just fax your queries over and bring it to AR's attention.
XD I find it hilarious, really. Now, I await 6.30pm when I can go home. I need sleep, seeing how my damn sister woke me up by playing some loud rock music at freaking 6 in the morning! There's also the meeting tmr. I hope they don't ask me to think of games. I suck at games. Oh, and I need to get this off my chest.
I have obscenely weird dreams that freak me out. I dreamt of this white floaty strapless gown that somehow became a poem (which was juxtapoxed) and then...that later became some musical score before it became a cloral (choral?) piece. And I mean it. I had a bloody ocean of voices singing it. It was freaky, especially since it started out with this child-like voice. Best bit? As inspiring as it sounds like, I cannot remember anything about it other than the gown and how the child sounded. (Then again, I like listening to choirs so meh.)
Oh and I think I'm slowly growing resigned to the fact that one of my OTP is dead.
Farewell my sweet fluffy Kyumin.
But I still don't like the QMi. I'm a ZhouRy shipper! Which is weird, considering how Henry's a friend of a friend's classmate or something like that. I'm just esctatic I'm separated by the yunjae and teh kangteuk by less than 6 degrees. Awesomeness no? I mean...it's like writing a fanfic about your classmate or something.
