Finally, Harhar

A few days back, my mom is reminding me again of taking back home the Philips SBC HP250 Headphones I’m currently using in the office. It was my dad’s, actually, but he just lets cobwebs and dusts grow empires on it. My mom said I should return it to my dad already because it annoys her when my dad is watching tely late at night and she can’t sleep. Every time she reminds me of it, I kept saying, “Yes, yes, I will,” but deep inside I’m thinking, “You just want your empire of cobwebs and dust back.” I didn’t tell her about the headphones everyone in the office gets whenever they are regularized. I kept telling her I’ll bring the old Philips back to where it slumbers unused when I bought a new one already.

I had been regularized just last week, the day after my birthday, but my sulking about my headset was on for more than a month already. That’s because my batch mates from the other department received theirs so, so early and I didn’t. But a few days after I became regular, our product manager told me that the headphones that were in her cube was mine, but we have to wait for our big boss to give it to me. I wish she hadn’t told me that because, a few days since then, knowing that the much awaited headset is just there yet not in your hands isn’t a happy thought. Harhar. Anyhoo. I got it already but I'm still not using it currently. It's just sitting on my cube, still boxed. Harhar. Having my SBC HP250 upgraded to SBC HN110, I’m so happy. It kinda lessened the gloomy mood I had because of AJ and his maid slut, but it’s still not enough for me to feel like talking to him yet. It just lessened my want to burn the slut alive. Now I want her burned dead. Harhar.