T.G.I.F NOT

Songs that were playing in my head during this morning's 3a.m milk run for Bumblebee:

- Alone(Hearts)
- How Can I Tell Her (Lobo)
- Theme song from Airwolf (feeding Bumblebee feels like a mission. Cry.make milk asap.pick up.placement on lap.put napkin.aim teat into cavity.feed.burp.feed.burp.back to cot.DONE)

Current state of mind: Brewing between denial and acceptance, with a chance of prolonged mental anguish. Sunny days not expected in the foreseeable future, hailstorms and thunder likely. Cloudy skies definite.

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Overheard in Bankerland last month:
- "I think for this one, we need to doggy-style it la, bang bang"
- "We shall optimise our resources and ride this out"
Banker Wanker : "Niamah"
- "Fark, Lanciao (CEO) is a farker la. Smart and rich but with an EQ of an ant. Sorry, ants have higher EQ. Ok, ant poop"
Banker Wanker : "Muahahaha"

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My prophecies for next year:
- The economy will continue to be bearish though the job market in the financial sector would likely be fairly robust. There will be more attrition from Bankerland and there will be senior management movements, which will lead to even more attrition. Bankerland will continue to lose market share.
- Somebody is going to sleep with somebody in the office. It won't be Banker Wanker cause he never have such luck.(*throws away stupid 4 leaf clover and rabbit's foot*)
- A hot girl will join Bankerland, specifically, in Banker Wanker's department (oh God, let it be. *Rummages through bin for discarded 4 leaf clover and rabbit's foot*)

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What does it say when I don't look forward to weekends anymore?