My inability to hold a job for more than 3 weeks is official. Tried, tested, &proven again today.

I swear I can get fired from anything.
If I really were a boy, I'd definitely be famous for being the only person ever to get fired from National Service.

Damn, just when I was congratulating myself on my apparent skill in looking incredibly busy - this encompasses typing furiously (MSN) &clocking up the highest outgoing call time (constant calling is encouraged for brokers. Apparently not to your friends though)

Oh shit, I should stop typing while walking, I just kicked a rather portly auntie down the stairs of Chinatown Point.

Hengly, there was nobody around to see me.
Suayly, there was nobody around to help her.

Gonna end off this post quick before I irreversably injure other nonplussed denizens of Chinatown - old bones are brittle.

Getting fired is pretty liberating actually, now that my status has reverted to it's default - jobless, I can go back to blogging incessantly &sleeping with the boss :)

Everyone wish me good luck trying to smuggle 30 kilos of spirits through the HongKong Customs in approximately 22 hours, God knows I'll need it!!

xx

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