Stress, stress, stress

It gives me joy to see things that you have designed being put together pieces by pieces. It's sorta like giving birth minus the pain. No, I am not about to change sex and get pregnant. I am talking about the project that Ad and I are doing.

In just about one week or so, we will be able to see the finishing of everything and being a self-inflicted pressure cooker slash anal retentive bossy bitch, I will lose more sleep (and hair) and grow more tits, I mean, zits, in the next couple of days because they are a few more items that I have not seen it.

Besides, imagine if you have a client doing this to you:

Client: "Wei! The chair ah! Why so BIG wan! AIJOO soooo BIG KENOT SIT WAN!!! I SIT DOWN ALSO I look so TINY. Aijoo aijoo."

I was like, FUCK. I screwed up. After checking the actual product and talking to people who actually put the chair together, I was relieved that I wasn't wrong and the chair is actually nicer than she had described it. She, turned out, to be also an anal-retentive person who is a self-inflicted pressure cooker slash bossy bitch. No wonder we get along well.

The other thing that really pissed me off is the Contractor that the client had hired. I hate it when they compromise quality with price. The work is shody and they are so irresponsible. Fucking hate that m*&^%$#@ (bear with me). Some more he wants to ask me out for a drink.

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