its not until you go to a happy hour with your coworkers when the liquor in the body brings out the scandalous truth to the surface. i was all ears when we had our company-paid happy hour at the W Hotel. you begin to find out who is sleeping with who, whom had slept with whom, or how my manager became a manager at such an early age. money sure makes an ugly person look beautiful.

i forgot to mention how on the first page of my series 7 book it says "this is the end of your real life :) " yes, the smiley face was really at the end of the sentence.

one habit of mine that i really cant get rid of is getting to work on-time. i mean, who the hell likes to get up when its still pitch black?? people get up during mornings, not nights. you want to see a sunrise, not the moon. so i love to press the snooze button. in fact, i press it at least 4 times before actually waking up. so do the math, 4 x 9min snooze = 36 minutes of extra sleep. this extra sleep is basically why i get to work late. 15-20 minutes late to be exact. im lucky that im not fired yet. its good to have a female manager that likes you. so on the days when im terribly late, i park on the street closest to my bldg. so last thursday, i parked on the street and it was empty. i was so happy because normally there isnt any parking. couple hours later, my co-worker comes in and asks me if that was my car up in the front. i said yes, and he told me i got a ticket for parking during street cleaning. i dont really care if i got a ticket for street cleaning. its only $25, but when i ran down to check, i had another offense for not having a front license plate which is another $50 because this is my 7th strike for not having a front license plate. so that fucked me up. i was planning on buying a dress shirt with that money.