Today is nothing more than an ordinary day. If you consider packing your office stuff in a box because somebody is to take over your current station, yes, it's rather ordinary. And what spiced this so called transfer up was that I had no permanent station to call mine again, yet. I think the more colloquial and appropriate term is "a hot seater".
Yes folks. I am hot-seating. I am so damn in demand everybody wants me. I wish. This is not a vulgar term. This is not even an inch closer to that. This just sounds sexy but this spells tedious. Imagine yourself setting up everyday or every other day in one station and move on to the next. Gees, if this was a sex trip, it must have been exciting. Promiscuity is a lot more fun than this.
I spent almost an hour stacking up my things in a box. Ooops, sorry. Two and a half boxes, giving priorities to photocopies and personal belongings on top of the never ending papers stacked in them, originally used to fly cans of milk with melamine from China. Kidding.
Good thing I still have the humor to crack myself up with this unfortunate incident. I just hope I get a semi-permanent station so I would not have to shift everyday. Otherwise, it's always hello stranger to me.
I so not deserve this. I am worse than a kitten led astray by an unwanted master. Blindfolded. Out in a cold winter night.
Of course I can only imagine. Singapore doesn't have winter season. I would have to pray for climactic abnormalities and a lot of La Nina for this to happen. And besides, I don't want to be a kitten.
If you know what I mean.
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