workaholic? Nah!

At my desk right now...errmmm...not exactly MY desk...some guy's desk from work...boyet?...yeah..boyet...logged in with my direct supervisor's account (btw, my supervisor looks like romnick sarmienta)...yeah, he willfully shared his password...hehehe...they're having my umm...desk and PC ready (i hope!) in the other building...i hope it's pretty...well...they usually have uniform desks and chairs computers here but hey anybody can dream right?...hehehe...so umm...i'm doing research now...looking for party themes and ideas over the net...yeah,yeah nobody asked me to but hey it's better than bumming around the office...hahaha...geezz...i'm not much of a "work enthusiast" but hello?...can somebody please assign me to do some real work already?...it's freezing cold in here and if i don't start working, my braincells are gunna freeze to death any second now...FOR THE LOVE OF umm...LATE-NIGHT MOVIE MARATHONS...hahaha...PLEASE GIVE ME SOMETHING TO DO...PUHLEEZ!...


btw, graveyard shifts?...hmmm...not very convenient but not too bad...the hardest thing about it is when you get to go home very early in the morning with that please-give-me-my-bed look while everybody else looks so fresh and ready for work...you just have to resist the urge of screaming your lungs out..."MY EYEBAGS ARE NOT THAT BIG, STOP STARING!"...HAHAHA!...

lots of stories about work and the people i work with next time...gotta go...buhbye!