I HATE Mondays!

Another weekend is drawing to a close and it’ll be Monday all over again tomorrow.

Reminder to self: DO NOT stay back late at the office to do extra work. Your effort will only go unappreciated. Drop everything by 5.30pm and get out of the office.

Last Thursday night, Lady Boss and her new No. 2 (brought in to replace Lady Boss’ hen-pecked husband) waddled into my office like two ample, bosomy hens and clucked at me angrily as I was still using the air-conditioner after office hours.

“Good heavens, why are there so many lights switched on in here. Do you know that it’s very expensive to use the air-conditioner for extended periods of time? And why is the office so dirty?” Lady Boss complained.

“And why are you not taking care of the hostel students upstairs?!” Lady Boss asked me, and then said to herself, “No, wait. You already moved out.”

Yeah, you were the one who had forced me to move out from the hostel in less than a week. Totally forgotten about it after your one-week vacation in Australia, haven’t you? Good heavens, people like you get to travel around the world anytime while people like me have to work like dogs and get lashed at just to satisfy your raging hunger for control and manipulation. Of course the office looked dirty because your cleaner had run away because you gave her too much work and paid her peanuts.  But it doesn’t matter because all your sins would’ve been forgiven each time you go to your church for Confession. Dirty slate wiped clean. Brand new start each week. Doesn’t matter even if you were to have stabbed someone to death today because your awesome god can still forgive you after you've confessed your sins.    

Lady Boss gave me a glare before walking out from the office with her new No. 2.
I used to cower in fear each time she glared at me. But that evening, I just stared back at Lady Boss blankly, my eyes devoid of expression. What was I supposed to feel? I'm tired of and indifferent to many things around me by now.

I is sad.
At least that's what I'm feeling now.

On the plus side, Landlady invited her children and me to her place for dinner yesterday evening. She said it’s nothing special but just a day she where she wanted to see her children again.   

“I thought about having this dinner gathering on Sunday tomorrow but my daughter wanted to go eat special roast duck somewhere else tomorrow,” Landlady said.

After dinner, I walked back to my apartment. Landlady called not too long after that and asked if I would like to follow her and 2 of her other young tenants for a drive around town. Couldn’t refuse this offer since nothing interesting ever happens during most of my weekends. Even church people cannot sincerely accept me because I’m just another stupid Asian immigrant “stealing” resources from the citizens of this country, so these people think. Love thy neighbour, indeed.

That evening made me realize that Landlady had always had this one kind-looking old man around to look after her. He was the one who had given her an apartment just for her to live in, a car for her own use. He was also the one who had brought her to some of the most wonderful countries in the world where she could meet important people and royalties. And he was the one who had driven us girls to some of the most happening hotspots in town last night.

Soft-spoken and well-read, this old man patiently drove on and explained to us the names and history of the places we saw. I suddenly thought about M. M was outspoken, insane and well-read. And he has this natural habit of always running away and hiding from his loved ones. Stupid, stupid M. Who would’ve thought a somewhat well-known figure like him could do such a horrid thing to this silly girl he had once enticed and wooed.

It’s almost dinner-time. I should go look for my $1 meal now.


My boss