Dear diary,
First day at work - goddamn dull. Since 9:30am, I’ve been sitting in front of this computer. The freehand 10 keeps hanging on me; the photoshop has expired - I can’t use it. I guess I’ll have to install my own copy tomorrow.
When I was doing freelance work at Mdm E’s place, all the males who ever visited her office for work were too “feminine” for my taste. Either that or too old. Or too feminine. Or too sister-sister. She only have female staffs in her office, I suspect her feng shui is too yin. Even the man who turned up at her office are yin-ish. Sigh. If I work for her, how will I ever get to meet hard good guys?
Anyway, my current company is a balanced one. I am thankful we have a somewhat dishy looking designer guy in the house. I am sure he is not sister-sister. Its a bonus that he reminds me of a certain Mr. Designer. It also a bonus that he works on a huge-ass laptop. Oooh. So big.
okay. 4:30pm now. 1 and a half hours to go before I knock off. Peak traffic hours have never made me wanna go home so eagerly.
Love, LD
P/s: hope they don’t notice that I am typing away when I’m suppose to be clicking away.
Pp/s: need to learn cantonese.
