I've been fixating my ass in this cubicle for the past 15 months.
I gotta be honest, it is killing me. Slowly....
This place is emitting bad vibes. Seriously. * I had been losing my bets since the beginning of the year.
There are too many female workers around and THAT is a problem.
I wish to remind everyone that i am not being prejudice towards anyone or any kind of ladies but then again something just doesn’t seem right at all.
While others would give up an arm or a leg to be in my shoes, i on the other hand would give up my all if it means getting out of this sickening place.
Before i further digress, let me share with you about the little problems that i am facing currently. The tiny ones;
The Old Lady:
The young lady who used to sit in front of me has left to pastures new and her replacement is another lady who is nearing her 50's. That digit alone is causing much concern to me.
The alarm bells started to ring a fortnight ago when she refused to accept my kind gesture in offering her a bite-size piece of moon cake and knowing myself well, i do not take rejection lightly, what more to say in front of my colleagues.
Did i also forget about her reluctance in offering words of appreciation?? Not at all.
I guess i’ll never know and get to grips with the real reason behind her refusal towards my goodwill gesture but I hope it has nothing to do with medical issues such as diabetes because I am fully aware of how moon cakes are so sweet and rich in sugar… in nature.
This whole saga troubled me to a certain extent that i started to doubt my abilities in communicating with the ( old ) much matured ladies. I had sleepless nights resulting from it, i started to lose my appetite ever since and i even had visions of myself being rejected as I tried to fit in with the ladies, over and over and over again.
I was unable to cope with the rejection. It affected my work performance and it certainly made matters worse as I had to deal with another extremely demanding girl friend at home. My world literally crumbled upon me in a blink of an eye. It came to a point where I contemplated on volunteering myself to be sent into isolation, registering myself into one of the nearest psychiatric wards to recuperate, to stay clear from being hurt and vice versa.
Anyway, I’m known to exaggerate matters beyond description. So, just in case my relatives or friends who happen to read this thinks that I am starting to lose myself, I assure you that I am not.
So after her initial rejection towards the moon cake ( I know it’s a small deal ) , I embarrassingly admit that I went to my friends for answers & guidance because basically, the only ones who could think out of the box and to see things through all ridiculously impossible angles and perspectives are them.
You see, from what i “heard” from my friends is that if you meet ladies with serious issues, it’s either they did not received some the night before, or they are surprisingly a virgin – An Old One. I said i “heard” but I do not know if it is the truth, but this particular lady who earlier refused my kind gesture are displaying the sort of attitude, behavior and characteristics which my friends were talking about all this while.
I guess I’ll just say that this myth is plausible.
