WIND OF CHANGE

I was on three days' work leave earlier this week. My birthday falls on Tuesday and erh, there wasn't anything to mention about that day. Briefly, my small cake was literally on fire with ten candles blazing away, family teased me on my coming-of-age (to be married off) and the ridiculous $40-KFC for dinner. Last night, I received a sweet&sexy lingerie set from Trish for my birthday. Though it arrived a few days late, you'll be surprised that it's the first gift that came into my hands.

When I was enjoying my last flickering moment with Cliff, before he was about to board the coach, Marwan delivered shocking news: My PRC manager has been ousted. Her rival will become the only Unit Manager in my department. I can really imagine how her face will contort into indescribable rage and her curly hair sizzling away, transforming into snakes. She must have felt the awful defeat enveloping her, the shame flushing into her dark eyes and thinking that her subordinates are jumping with joy, dancing in circles, happy tears flowing unconditionally with eyes looking at the sky with gratitude.

Anyway, my instant thought went to Claudia. If she chose to stay on, this is the day she would have lived for. A release from the manager's mental clutches and an extraordinary chance for Claudia to laugh right in front of her face. Not only that, two of us will take a trip to Holland Village and enjoy an expensive lunch, top it up with red wine.. glasses clinking to celebrate our victory. Then back in office we will go around visiting those PRC programmers (who are her worshippers), talk to them, made snide remarks and tell them to better start worrying about their futures. HAHAHA.. that would be so wonderful!
But Claudia's long gone, not associated to us anymore. So I can only fantasize all these in my warped mind. However, it doesn't take a genius to know that my unit manager is discreetly holding her own celebration somewhere in a corner with her few followers. It may look like normal office politics to you, but between these two managers, it's a battle of the bitches and a survival of the fittest.

I gonna write about my navel piercing soon. Stay tuned (please?)