Instumentation paper- in exactly 24 hours and 30 minutes.
Renovation works. Every monday!
All the sawing and drilling, hammering and yakkings. I don't get it. Why do they have to create such a hullabaloo outta it? Just get on with whatever there is to do and beat it. Arghx.
I bet i've to clean up the mess they'll most likely leave behind.
ever so peeved.
i see half-naked men walking past me. Entering my room. All the blardy- bla craps. Zooming off, leaving me with the sweeping, the mopping, the vacuuming, and utter amazement of how "FAST" they are.
Screw the contractor. How i wish i can just splat paint on him. Grrr.
Have i told u a lil sumtin bout his voice?
It sounds squeaky. Yes! it's Squeaky!
High-pitched and annoying.
There was this once, two weeks ago to be exact. As soon as i reached home, i flopped onto the sofa and fell asleep. not even the sound of drilings woke me up.
Then...
Along came the squeaky contractor. A very squeaky one indeed.
"squeak-i-ty, squeak squeak. Squeak!" says the contractor.
How amazing.. as soon as the words.. nono, correction. As soon as the SQUEAKS proceeded outta his mouth, i was irritated and woke up.
Glad there wasn't any paint around. I wud've so wanted to pour it into that opening, the origin of where the squeaks came from.
Quite a number of ppl in the sick list. Thank God im not. Hope they'll be fine soon!
Im gonna go back to revisions.

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