Working within a given time with no resource to go to can be such a pain in the ass. I mean, let alone working within a given six days but DURING a holiday. I seriously hope people would actually check their emails and just reply us. I mean, yes it's unfair for me to expect people to read their emails during holiday time BUT seriously, we're asking a one phrase answer question.
So, my life has been stuck in my hotel room and my supervisor, Shamrock's office room and once in a while if Boss is in the mood, she drives me to places. Shopping with her is surprisingly refreshing. We both seem to have the same taste in clothes, despite our diverse difference in men.. which is actually useful which means we don't have to go for the same guy. Yeah, but then I'm married but that was an 'if' statement. On the other hand, Shamrock and his booze attacks have been turning me into a beer bloat! I look like grandma's cooked muffin left over under spilled coke. All mushy and kinda spoilt for anyone's liking. Yes, it's extra hours when I get back to Yangon.
So, work this morning was just fast. It was quite exhausting but it went by fast. Given I started from 9 am and only by 5pm I realized I had not eaten lunch. Then, Boss took me to a nearby restaurant. Then, Shamrock and his wife, NiceGreek (since she's greek descendant and she's awesomely nice), held a party at their place.
It was a bit intimidating at first. I was with my black t shirt and white boardies and you've got people from US UNDP and all those important places in black t shirts and blue jeans (casual goodness) with strong branded cologne sunken deep in their skin. For some reason, out of five men including me (ok.. I meant four and a half), this KFC lookalike guy was the ONLY one who wasn't wearing black. The rest were all dressed in black t-shirts. I was the black sheep with the white boardies but the rest were in blue jeans. It's like a boyband in Shamrock's house.
Guest list was quite random but they're good people. We've got Shamrock's boss, who looks and talks a bit like Alanis Morissette and can you believe it.. she IS Canadian too. She's got her husband who is going through a two months therapy because of a bicycle accident. Brazilian and quite friendly and loud, I think he is ok. Only sucks that whatever that comes outta his mouth is like a CNN channel on repeat. "Have you heard about this woman president?"... "Have you been to Sudan"... "Have you..." I just nodded and smiled, with the whole "I do know the atlas by heart" look. He wanted to keep in touch with me cos he might be coming to Burma. Boy, if only he knows that would involve me reading shit load of Burmese historical books just to satisfy his thirst for rich country info. Ok, so we got this another dude, who would qualify as one of the characters in Seinfield. Not bad looking but he has this capsule face (the face that co-stars in drama medical tv series has) and he's witty and quite blendable. He was a good conversationalist as well. You know.. Americans.. they're good with what they talk about. Then, there was Colonel Sanders... a Willie Nelson look a like who seems intrigued about what I was doing with Shamrock. I don't know.. I was on my seventh glass of wine when I overheard him talking with Shamrock about my working skills. "Oh.. he's good"... "he's fast"... yeah.. how about a 'get me a job that pays high', huh?
Now, the most interesting part of the night was when I got to know this Puerto Rican. I'm a huge sucker for Spanish but that wasn't why I love this chick. She's just awesome and we were just two crazy shitballs on a formal table. Two people talking about how unfair it was for cows to have four stomachs and six tits, how chicken ass is a delicacy in Asia unless there's real shit involved and also about the myth that Spanish men have small peni. I love this girl!! She was just awesome and we were laughing most of the time in front of our bosses. Colonel Sanders, Seinfield and NiceGreek were all her boss and Shamrock and Boss were mine. Did we behave? Not at all. I got to make NiceGreek talk about cat sex and female porn squirting on the dinner table.
It's funny how people like them (well, I AM one of them now) have a party. One minute we'll be conversing about the world and the next thing, three of them would disappear into three corners of the room like ninjas for their work conference call. I was chuckling at that idea until when Boss dragged me to Shamrock's office room to check if there are any emails. Yes, it was almost like "Workaholic Party"
It ended in good spirit and I staggered home with an aftertaste of wine in my mouth, amazed at how Seinfield collects corks from wine bottles and how PuertoChick educated me on four stomachs creatures. It was a good exit from my busy and almost depressing days in Bangkok. Yes, it bangs the cock at times.....
So, my life has been stuck in my hotel room and my supervisor, Shamrock's office room and once in a while if Boss is in the mood, she drives me to places. Shopping with her is surprisingly refreshing. We both seem to have the same taste in clothes, despite our diverse difference in men.. which is actually useful which means we don't have to go for the same guy. Yeah, but then I'm married but that was an 'if' statement. On the other hand, Shamrock and his booze attacks have been turning me into a beer bloat! I look like grandma's cooked muffin left over under spilled coke. All mushy and kinda spoilt for anyone's liking. Yes, it's extra hours when I get back to Yangon.
So, work this morning was just fast. It was quite exhausting but it went by fast. Given I started from 9 am and only by 5pm I realized I had not eaten lunch. Then, Boss took me to a nearby restaurant. Then, Shamrock and his wife, NiceGreek (since she's greek descendant and she's awesomely nice), held a party at their place.
It was a bit intimidating at first. I was with my black t shirt and white boardies and you've got people from US UNDP and all those important places in black t shirts and blue jeans (casual goodness) with strong branded cologne sunken deep in their skin. For some reason, out of five men including me (ok.. I meant four and a half), this KFC lookalike guy was the ONLY one who wasn't wearing black. The rest were all dressed in black t-shirts. I was the black sheep with the white boardies but the rest were in blue jeans. It's like a boyband in Shamrock's house.
Guest list was quite random but they're good people. We've got Shamrock's boss, who looks and talks a bit like Alanis Morissette and can you believe it.. she IS Canadian too. She's got her husband who is going through a two months therapy because of a bicycle accident. Brazilian and quite friendly and loud, I think he is ok. Only sucks that whatever that comes outta his mouth is like a CNN channel on repeat. "Have you heard about this woman president?"... "Have you been to Sudan"... "Have you..." I just nodded and smiled, with the whole "I do know the atlas by heart" look. He wanted to keep in touch with me cos he might be coming to Burma. Boy, if only he knows that would involve me reading shit load of Burmese historical books just to satisfy his thirst for rich country info. Ok, so we got this another dude, who would qualify as one of the characters in Seinfield. Not bad looking but he has this capsule face (the face that co-stars in drama medical tv series has) and he's witty and quite blendable. He was a good conversationalist as well. You know.. Americans.. they're good with what they talk about. Then, there was Colonel Sanders... a Willie Nelson look a like who seems intrigued about what I was doing with Shamrock. I don't know.. I was on my seventh glass of wine when I overheard him talking with Shamrock about my working skills. "Oh.. he's good"... "he's fast"... yeah.. how about a 'get me a job that pays high', huh?
Now, the most interesting part of the night was when I got to know this Puerto Rican. I'm a huge sucker for Spanish but that wasn't why I love this chick. She's just awesome and we were just two crazy shitballs on a formal table. Two people talking about how unfair it was for cows to have four stomachs and six tits, how chicken ass is a delicacy in Asia unless there's real shit involved and also about the myth that Spanish men have small peni. I love this girl!! She was just awesome and we were laughing most of the time in front of our bosses. Colonel Sanders, Seinfield and NiceGreek were all her boss and Shamrock and Boss were mine. Did we behave? Not at all. I got to make NiceGreek talk about cat sex and female porn squirting on the dinner table.
It's funny how people like them (well, I AM one of them now) have a party. One minute we'll be conversing about the world and the next thing, three of them would disappear into three corners of the room like ninjas for their work conference call. I was chuckling at that idea until when Boss dragged me to Shamrock's office room to check if there are any emails. Yes, it was almost like "Workaholic Party"
It ended in good spirit and I staggered home with an aftertaste of wine in my mouth, amazed at how Seinfield collects corks from wine bottles and how PuertoChick educated me on four stomachs creatures. It was a good exit from my busy and almost depressing days in Bangkok. Yes, it bangs the cock at times.....
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