Monthly Archives: August 2009

The closing for this month went smoothly although there was a very “interesting” issue happening after everything was closed. I might say we handled it perfectly up to now. I am not sure what is coming our way next week. I might get another bombshell from the partners which I’m not looking forward to.

My week at work was a disaster. I dare say that all I remember doing was looking straight at the machine the whole day while on my desk and counting the speadsheet cells, or walk like it’s nobody’s business (not sure when I was turned into a robot) and even ate nothing but a heartache. Head spinning and foul tasting, I wished I was somewhere deserted. But hell, no. I was in the middle of an old building with thousand pairs of eyes and mouth to prevent me from screaming out loud.

As the minute passed by each moment, I got weaker and weaker. So all I could think of was to get the hell out of here. Tonight either to the clubs that I’ve abandoned a year ago or to a movie. No, going home shouldn’t be a good idea at this moment as the brain might do its work again and creating the already dark circles around the eyes.

G: “Any plans for lunch?”

J: “None so far. Want to go out?”

G: “Yep, should be fun again.”

So, I had a date with a male colleague! Eventually accompanied by another 3 male colleagues. With 4 men as my bodyguards, I was sure sweating. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot here in Rotterdam. The passionfruit and mango icecream at Australian introduced by G with the combination of sweet and sour was really delicious. Instead of 30 minutes lunch time, we reached office the next 1.30-hour.

Back to work, I felt the waive back (not that I didn’t feel it during the walk with the guys). My eyes were heavy and the heart was breaking. Fortunately, the American Hongkese manager with a pitching voice told us about his educational experience at the gay parade in Amsterdam when the guys asked him whether he would go for the dance parade tomorrow. His another experience with a gay pastry chef was sure creating the quietness in the office to a sfere of a male club, loud and clear. As a non-gay fellow, he got this remark from his pastry chef, “Your hand is as straight as an arrow.” It sure was the words of the day for them. As for me, I got an unfinished business and so here I was back to my mobile phone again.

It’s Friday and Rotterdam is full of Friday-night-life-visitors. As it happened, I was in to that. A JD on the rocks did do me good. Just an escapade for once in a blue moon thingy.