Popped by the office earlier to collect the long due paycheck. Thank god ex-boss was out, we really can do without the small talk today.
Saw Ms. Tiger Beer, she still looks like a 38 after 3 months. Maybe a little under-dressed than usual, but no surprise, considering she’s the only little helper left. Maybe now she’ll fully understand the feeling of being crushed under a mountain of workload with no one else to turn to.
I regret that I agreed to help out with some designs. I thought it has little to do with Tiger Beer, unfortunately I was “duped” her girlfriend’s carefully worded messages.
Don’t know why I call her Ms. Tiger Beer, with her love for leopard prints, she should be Ms. Leopard Beer what…
To be honest, I don’t dislike my ex-boss. One day we may work together again, but one day will never happen until the leopard is out of the picture.
