Been a rather annoying week at work. Besides returning to my usual schmuck-like duties, I've had the joy of having to deal with an insane child on the phone.

No, ma'am, I can't help you beyond the bare basics of what I know about OPT applications. If the adviser already told you what you wanted to know about it, why do you persist to ask me about it? I am not the expert, I cannot help you.

No, ma'am, I would not like to listen to you ramble on and on and on and on and on endlessly in a pathetic and useless diatribe about your pathetic little application that you obviously have no clue about even after bugging two advisers about it. I am a student too, I can hardly be expected to give you an answer that involves making up your mind for you. You're a graduating student who should, by now, know how to make your own decisions after finding out all your options.

Why no, ma'am, I don't feel particularly fond of you after having you spew nonsense in my ear for fifteen minutes straight. You insist on asking me the same question over and over again in a Mojo Jojo-like manner without allowing me to get a word in edgewise. Do you simply like the sound of your voice? An audio version of Narcissus then, are you?

My, but you are an insane individual indeed.


Ah, silly little international boy who didn't understand the concept of paying for your food by weight. You've piled far too much onto your plate and now you aren't allowed to put it back for hygiene sake. Yes, yes, stand there not understanding what's going on. Let me pick up the rest of your bill so that I may finally get you out of the fucking line then. And no, I don't need any thanks or recognition at all. Please, walk away in an utter blur with your food. Stupid. Haih, honestly, I don't particularly care about the fact that he didn't even turn around to acknowledge me, but I fear for him here. He obviously doesn't know what the hell is going on around him... Strange child.

All in one day too. Within half an hour of each other.

Ngeh.

At least Michelle and I had an interesting four hours soaking all the fucking dried vegetables and fungi for the vegetarian dish, chopping, washing, peeling, cooking and cooking some more for Chinese New Year. Now we don't have to cook for the rest of the week!

Somehow, I feel sort of meh. I wonder why.