La.la.la.la.la.la. la.la.la.la.la.la.laaaa. On the days nearing Christmas, my manager gave to me... A box of Ferrero Rocher... In fact, she gave everybody one box of T16. In layman's terms, it's called a Ferrero Rocher containing 16 pieces. And tomorrow, I'm coming to my workplace. Not to work. But to eat. I think she "belanja" us again. I'm ordering. You know what she did just now? She gave me $60 first and ask me buy stuff to eat for lunch tomorrow. $60 frikkin' dollars. Just like that. She must have trusted me a lot to do that. Even I don't trust myself with that much money. Much less someone else.

First I felt like Cinderella. Then, a thief. Now, a frikkin' Santa's elf. Wrappin presents frantically. As if in a race to see if you can wrap it before the customer gets to the wrapping table. I heard discreet (...or no so discreet since I can understand Chinese a little...) complaints. Ugly lah. Want to complain lah. Don't want me to wrap then do yourself, lah! But there was this one that wrapped it herself. She just said nevermind, it's going to be torn apart by her daughter anyway...She was nice, though...