to think that i believed in the goodness of people and that all i'll get is being supersoaker-ed. thankfully, the cynical side of me decided to play it safe and i refused to change out of my uniform.
i think they somehow knew that i will clean up my mess. so i was ambushed in the kitchen when i attempted to retrive the mop. nothing
much happened. just that i was grabbed from behind, forcefully restrained and had whipping cream smeared all over my face and hosed down. no amount of screams and struggles on my part allowed me to escape from the 3 perpetrators. and the rest of my lovely colleagues suddenly decided to be innocent by-standers armed with digicams despite their claims that they love me.
i managed to take my revenge after giving chase around half of rx, getting locked outside the outlet and a few exhausting fights (the exhaustion is felt today which goes to show that i need to exercise). now if i could get my hands on those cameras, i will perhaps be able to perserve whatever that's left of my reputation.
the gifts i received are very cool and touching. in fact, reading what they wrote for me
almost made me cry. for now, they'll remain on the floor until i find a place to hang the frame.
that concludes my 7-month working slint before sch starts. and i miss my colleagues already.