I am Thompson Boy

After finishing the tiresome task of ironing 10 pieces of shirt and coming back from a 2 days/1 night trip to Ipoh, I don’t feel like doing any more work. In fact I don’t even feel like going to work. The Ipoh part was quite out of the blue especially the fact that I have just returned from KK the weekend before - will talk about it in a later post. And as for the shirts, well it is just something that I have do now with this agency. Gone are the days of t shirts and next no ironing. Though it’s not a written rule that all male account servicing staff must be attired in typical office wear, one has to act abit to adapt into the surrounding. I believe that I have been pushing the envelope a tiny bit with jeans matched with my long sleeves shirts and occasional polo tees. Guess I need to go for bargain hunting for polo tees – not pink or baby blue ones. Ironically our clients don’t even wear shirts – just jeans and tees and we are forced to be slightly formal. I can also tell you what ha...

So there was plenty of nothing to do over a laici martini at Alexis yesterday. Can't really remember the last time I was there but I knew it was long. Then again you can't really fork out hundreds by ordering a simple meal and two drinks - slave and low wage earner like yours truly can't afford that, no way. I was late and not under the name of fashion but due to work again. Can you imagine that after pushing deadlines for them, they could still revert back with the work late, incorrect and then refused to amend them (have to go for dinner first). Like hello? I don't sit here all day long and wait for your crap to send to Client, can imagine if this is a major date? I would be single forever then. Anyway... It was fun to be back into civilised society - it has been beers and butch pubs for many months now. So there we were, a couple of fags with my fag and martini talking about and doing next to nothing. Indulging in the fact that we don't really care if people know...