The Odd Number

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100101001010010110001

10221102301

4512261

1294B1
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MCCXVIIDCCXIII

And I am really not sure how this would work. We hadn't agreed on a place and time, just a date, which happens to fall on a weekday. Monday even. So what's the plan? That we hope the other checks wherever for a clue of some sort, a hint of where and when? What if the other finds out about that a tad too late then? Would the other feel stood up? What if?

Or perhaps there is no other.

Perhaps I was only led to believe there is.

Perhaps I did that to myself (like I always do).

Perhaps I really should just stop.

Perhaps.

Since last week, I have been wasting time at the office: yosi break every hour on the hour, coffee break twice a day, extended lunch breaks, siesta breaks, and (of course) daily tardiness and working undertime. There are HR policies implemented in case you were wondering why these breaks are being "allowed" (which, by the way, are obviously grounds for processing and dismissal of yours truly). But I refuse to care anymore. The useless policies are the main reasons why I fail to enjoy this job any more. I used to love being here, really, even back then with a relatively cheaper salary and all the problems. But (no) thanks to the HR people who're the cause to this dislike for the company I've developed, I want out. So there.

This entry really isn't about me ranting (but it sure turned out that way, eh?). Kind of. Anyway, as I've mentioned, I haven't a thing to do for the past few days (except a while ago when a person from Germany asked for my assistance in fixing a tool for her) because my colleague isn't doing his part. Got tired of constantly reminding him so I'm just waiting for this situation to blow up in our faces. I haven't got a care for the company anymore, anyway. And I'm just waiting for doors to open up so I could step into another room.

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Check out the first movie in this actor's filmography. You don't know me if you don't get it. Haha.

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0483047/

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... of me being accepted at HP when I went to my interview unshaved and with my hair disheveled? Haha.

Lost Php500. Hooray.

http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/2008/07/malysian-shrew.html

Been there, done that. Feels odd that I am the one "saying" this but I just want to say that everything is not your fault. That's all. One month. Do you still remember?