Ma next-door-neighbors @ tha O are startin to speculate about ma sanity, I know.

Ma only officemate up & left me. Our office is currently bein’ demolish’d. Aside from still not havin phone, basic supplies like stapler & glue, it’s now diminish’d into 1/4 of its original dimension. Tha aircon & tha white light are on tha side bein repair’d on leavin’ me in a dusty, wood-smellin, claustrophobic, dark small space wit no ventilation wutsoever…
“Did you ask for an electric fan at least?”, a concerned neighbor ask’d.
“They wouldn’t give me.” [whilst typing mechanically @ a pc connected to an electrical outlet someone had unscrew’d]
“Won’t you at least take the computer out so you’ll be cooler then just take it in when you’re done?”
“I don’t mind really.” Tha pc stand do not have wheels and someone stole tha plank where tha fusebox fo’ switchin tha pc on&off used to be so tha fusebox now sat on tha floor –All makin it hard to lug tha pc in & out spesh in an office where there’s no officemate [‘cept for tha black lady, fkors].

I bask’d in ma seclusion stubborn as a mule –friendless, supply-less, & officemate-less- determin’d to stick it out till ma salary saves me.
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Them nosy government employees start to git catty & petty.

Typical Queschns Aim’d @ Yours Truly:
1] How much is your salary?
2] Wut does your father do for a livin’?
3] Your mother?
4] Where did you study?
5] Approximately how many square kilometers does your house measure to?

Anu itu, LIFESTYLE CHECK? I guess how I answer will be their basis fo’ likin’ me or not. Or they just need excuses to hate me and any will do whether it be right or wrong based on their own perverse judgment system. And then they make catty comments about every aspect of ma life. Hey “friends”, I juz wna make it clear hiyah: MONEY has a way bigger callin’ to me than y’all. No, I am NOT thinkin bout resigning @ all coz MUKHA AKONG PERA –got that?