Crazy Week

So, it's been a while since I last blogged. Not entirely my fault but life at work is being more hectic than ever minus the stress though. Given I have St Patrick and Stallion next to me, I feel as fresh as ever though I have to admit I miss ex-Boss. So, it was paperwork fest with the smell of printer ink 24 7.

I guess I should start from Tuesday then....

KP's wife's BD

So, in a very old fashioned Hein manner, I went over to KP's house for his wife's birthday. The designer was there as well as Steve and his wife. I didn't talk much about Red but Steve just had to pour the big fat downer at me from nowhere. So, apparently, Red is an escort who caters both genders and charges $200 for each. Now, that pisses me off given Red did say I'm the first guy he had kissed. So, if that rumor was true, I would not have been the first guy he kissed.. unless he's into sex without kissing which is a bit of a turn off but given he actually kissed me without the sex part, I'm pretty sure he's into kissing. I told Steve that I do NOT want to believe it though I did thank him. The rest of the night was a bit of a drama. I mean, you have one room full of good friends with nothing to do but smoke weed, smoke and drink. To me, that doesn't sound quite recreational given I had a tiring day at work. A little bit of conversation might help but the only thing KP or Steve ever talked about is our past, which at first could amuse me in any ways possible but after being ear-raped regularly about how we think we were cool in the past, it's become a bit of a re-run. Given the designer was drunk... it was a bit of an entertainment. I made fun of her for her English and there she was proving every single word I've said last week. To make things worse, KP, weed-fucked, joined me in our merry turbo filled laughter. On the other hand, Steve and his wife weren't talking much. We got this cute couple there as well as the depressive has been the-only-girl-rapper-in-Burma. It's funny to see the Sherapper get tipsy and just plain depressing, given she pauses uncontrollably for no reason for a minute after each sentence. The cute couple was just high on weed. I just had fun laughing my ass off with KP, given it's been a while since we had things to laugh at. Oh yeah, KP's wife got drunk later too but it was her birthday so that's legal. Plus, she's awesome, so I wouldn't say much about her.

Red

Given I've been very open and honest with Red, I was more than non hesitant to let him know about what Steve said. I asked him first whether I was REALLY the first boy he's kissed. He said yep on the lips given he's done a bit of cheek pashing on some dudes before. Then, I said 'yeah the rumor's not true then'. Then I told him about the rumor which totally enraged the shit outta him. I don't know what's up with short men but they seem to have this uncontrollable anger that just lurks outta nowhere and bites them in the ass later. I did play a Gandhi role by asking him to be patient and not to seek revenge or even find out who it actually was that's been spreading rumors around. He wouldn't give in. Instead, Grumpy chucked a midget syndrome. You know, the whole Rumpelstilskin look-a-like when short people start talking to themselves but all in bad contexts. Then, he said the cutest thing

"I Need You"

So, as a professional goofprank, I replied

"to find you some clients?"

Then he replied

"as long as they look good"

Not bad for a clicking pair eh... But it turns worse when finally, not really sure if he was joking or not, he mentioned something about needing me to fish for more rumors. Now, that ticked my grenade trigger. Why the fuck would I wanna be his boyfriend for the sake of finding out who's chinese whispering at his back. Let alone his back, I don't even give a hoot about my back. Now this is where I blew my top and started telling him things like "I'm sorry.. you've chosen the wrong guy to do that... Make sure you know what you're looking for and I hope you get what you want"... this was followed by a "Bye" from him; possibly he having to go or both of us just being easily corrupted by anger management failure.

Friday work

So, the battle between me and Red happened on Friday morning, followed by a huge ass pile of work to be done. I was basically doing shit load til I remembered that I had to eat lunch only at eight pm. Now, that's kinda lame, ain't it? On the other hand, St Patrick and Opal(o god.. I call her the Stallion at times) were being more supportive than they should with St Patrick running Muse's repitoirs from his ipod on my office table and Opal telling everyone to leave me alone.

Now, speaking of leaving people alone, I have something to bitch about. It's been a while since I last bitched on this blog but this time I really need to. So, this translator chick who used to work for our organization is supposedly trouble. Opal warned me not to talk to her or mingle with her, to which I just replied with a bit of a chuckle, thinking "Gee Opal who do you think I am? I can deal with crazy women?". BOY I WAS WRONG!!! This retardess is more than 'crazy'. Manipulative whore whose face can only look good when punched from both sides of the cheeks but with a hot Californian accent though with the ugliest taste in what she wear was bad news. I was trying to finish my thing and she was supposed to proof read my material. So, I had to make her wait. That was what Opal wanted as well and OPAL IS MY BOSS after all, plus, a good friend. But, this little Miss Experience had to talk in Burmese so that Opal wouldn't understand to make me get her a copy of my document just so she could go home. Now, technically, Opal won't be happy and I'll be in the line of 'getting fired' or losing trust from work colleagues. Far worse, Opal is a great friend to me and it totally ticked my anger veins when this little proofreader talked in Burmese behind her back to make me do things that would endanger me but benefize her. Fuck that, you epitome of fuckedness!

Finally, she left. And in a very old Hein fashion, I bitched about her to the whole office. She deserved it. Now, things like her DESERVE to be bitched at either in front of them or behind their backs. But it does hurt more when people bitch about you behind your back so I do that on purpose just for this Miss Fuckedness.

After work was awesome since exboss, Opal , St Patrick and exboss's friend (I'll call him Ostrich cos he's Austrian and I once had an English teacher who's from Austria who had saggy tits and made me play Paddington bear. Plus, she looks like an ostrich whenever she bends down to check my work. No wonder I swing the other way) went out with me for beer in Chatrium Hotel, then sushi at some Jap resturant followed by a pool play(snooker much?) at Strand Hotel then at Sedona since Red wasn't there and the only people I know who were there were the designer and the fat mother pimp, who I always dance with and who has this scent of this cheap yet quite ok smelling powder my nanny used to put on when I was five.

I have to say I have good work colleagues. I used to think that BEA's departure's gonna turn things into normal good environment at work BUT St Patrick was far worse in a good way. I not only love Irish people when I was in Sydney but I CRAVED Irish attention and the funny thing is the fact that it's non-homo-contexted. So, I used to go for beer sprees in Sydney and I have this huge racist obsession with Irish people. Now, St Patrick is INSANE!!! And I love it and he's become somewhat a big brother to me at the moment. We were like Ashton Kutcher times two with a bit of Sean Connery charm, and I meant that as in Bond Connery not the white pubed one.

The week days were long lived without sleeps but with good memories of friends and useless gossip and of course without my Red.
The funny thing is I didn't miss him... maybe just cos I know he'll be back soon but I guess I do crave for his presence. There has to be a second round to this "I kissed a girl" era with him or even more.
I guess I was angry with him yesterday but come to think of it, I do like my shorty. He's fun to be with and fun to be myself with. I mean, what's the whole purpose of a relationship when you have to keep being someone else and not be naturally happy?
I called Red this morning to ask if I could come over tonight. It seems like a yes but Sleepyhead needs sleep so I let him go but I'm gonna crash at his place tonight and hopefully we can resolve this crazy "rumors" era and start afresh.