The bitches

Missy Tuesday & Wednesday



Tuesday and Wednesday are two bitches sucking my blood out with no hesitation. My dear boss Professor XXX called me up at 9 o'clock in the morning and asked me how I was.

I said "Fine thank you and what is the issue?"

"Could you come to my office for a very short 20 mins meeting?"

"Now?"

"Ya, since you said you'd free today and you didn't reply my email yesterday when I asked you if 9 a.m. was okay. I assumed it was fine with you. I am sorry if I called you too early....."

"Sure It is totally fine with me. Be there in 15 mins, Boss."

How could I be rude and say NO at this point of time to such an boss who is full of efficiency and effectiveness.

I just wonder where the PhD student is.

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I had a friend offered me a $50/hr paid job teaching dancing 'cause the guy who was supposed to do the job had some last minute emergency.

The amount I can get from a 3-hour simple dance teaching session almost
= the average weekly pay I can get working my ass off as a teaching&researching assistant in NUS
> the amount i can get as a barrista in the god damned cafe for 20 hours.

And I didn't take the offer. Why? Because I have to work on that day as the teaching assistant, the coffee girl, and as a student.


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However I took another offer which makes me 30 bucks/hr, sth. about teaching dance once again. Because that is what my time table allows. And somehow I feel bad for the 1st offer, and sincerely, for myself.


It feels like a rape while the victim is blind folded and the rapist come too soon. Sad in both ways.
I have no idea which part of my brain formed the sentence above.



Alright I need to get some sleep 'cause even if the Tuesday bitch is done with her game, the Wednesday Bitch is cat walking towards me now.