Last week was a weird/fun/scary week.
Saturday – My friend’s grandma whom I’ve known for years passed away and I felt bad that I couldn’t make it to the funeral because I had to attend a Chillie seminar. The title of the seminar was “Engaging an audience” by Luke Crethar. It wasn’t that great. He was talking about engaging the audience and kept reading his notes. We had to work on two assignments and I think our ideas were way better than any other team that was there. Since I always end up attracting unwanted attention at Chillies I tried really hard to keep a low profile but Pokey loves attracting attention so when I was reaching for a Mentos, he smacked my hand. My hand hit the porcelain in a loud clang and for the impact the Mentos flew into the air. Everyone looked, Luke stopped talking and watched. I felt like a total idiot. To make matters worse the woman who gave the thank you speech mispronounced my name and made me sound so goday. Pokey made sure he told everyone in office about it so from now on I’m called ……..
Sunday – Don’t remember what I did so lets just move on to Monday.
Monday – It was a crazy Monday. Work just started flowing in and all my other stuff were getting pushed behind. Went for David Guerrero session it was bad felt like I was back in school learning history. Couldn’t believe my ears when fellow advertisers kept asking stupid questions.
Tuesday-The Judges Forum for TV and Press was interesting and John Merrifield sure was fun to watch. Some of the press ads they showed were stuff I’ve never seen before.
Wednesday- Since it was a Poya I was looking forward to some much-needed sleep but that was not to be. My mom woke me up pretty early to tell me that my uncle (her elder bro) had passed away. I honestly didn’t know what to feel at that moment. I wasn’t close to him and I sure wasn’t close to that family all thanks to my aunt (my dead uncle’s wife) who made sure she kept his family away at any cost. My mum said that my grandma was feeling awful about it because after all it’s her son… all that aside I thought I must do what I must simply because he was my uncle. So in the afternoon we visited the parlour along with my mum’s side of the family whom I have a great relationship with. They were all pretty sad and were crying while I didn’t know what to do or say. After a few hours I left with Shorty and Tall One to attend the Judges Forum Radio and Integrated. It was a good session a lot of bashing, a lot of fun when it’s not your work that they’re bashing.
Thursday- Another hectic day. Managed to get through my work without running into too many glitches. Wanted to go badly for John Merrifield session but couldn’t because my mum wanted me to drop in at the parlour. Kermit and his girlfriend was there, he’s such a retarded boy, kept confusing my brother with someone else and I kept laughing. I know such an evil thing to do. My cousins came to stay over at our house that was a lot of fun.
Friday- Went to work, hurried through my workload and then attended the funeral. I was surprised to see so little people. It’s strange I always thought funerals were places where there’s a large number of people who come to pay their last respects but I guess since he wasn’t a likeable person people didn’t really care that he was dead. I couldn’t stand it when my cousin gave a little speech about how their father was such a great man who with humble beginnings became rich and provided them with everything. What a load of crap. What he forgot was that our grandpa had such a huge number of people at his funeral, that goes to show that he died with a good if not great heart and that’s what matters. Not money. It’s great to have it but what you do with it is what counts. Stupid fat family!!!
Wow that’s a lot of pent up anger Curly. Really I feel bad that my grandparents were treated like crap by my uncle and his family. I sure as hell won’t let any man that walks into my life treat my family like dirt, even though they made their mistakes and we had to suffer from it, they are still family.
Saturday- I woke up with a feeling of uneasiness, knowing in a way that the night wasn’t going to be great. Had lunch at Shorty’s and watched Fly Boys until it was time to go and get dressed at the Salon. I really liked how I looked after they dressed me, so that was a good thing. The Chillies was okay, I didn’t win anything, I didn’t go expecting to win anyway. My company walked away with 16 awards and I’m really happy for each and everyone who won metal. The entertainment was beyond horrible. The food was terrible, when are they going to change the caterer’s, funny though that the night’s theme was all about ‘change’. I didn’t have fun and Shorty was feeling horrible so that made me sad. We left as soon as it finished.
Sunday – Went for the assembly in my sleepy stupor. It was good, found some of the talks interesting while some of the other stuff made me yawn but all in all it was good. Drummer Boy was really sweet, he wanted to know how things were and even offered me a job. Sometimes he really makes me wonder, he sweet one moment then completely ignores me the next. Men sure are strange. Voluptuous was also very sweet he wanted to know what I was doing with my life, he basically wanted to know whether I was any naughtier than I usually am…since his girlfriend freaks me out I cut the conversation short, I would have liked to have spoken to him for longer, he’s fun to communicate with and interesting guys don’t come often. You know what, it’s nice to know I’m considered a threat by his girlfriend. The ego boost I needed.
On our way back Specko asked me why I had told Kermit that I wanted him to hit on me.At that moment I really wanted to smack Kermit, why in the world would he change what I said and tell him that? It was meant to be a joke. I hope he doesn’t go and tell the other guys because if he does I won’t think it’s funny.
Well a new week is here, what have I got to look forward to…ah yes the annual review meeting.
