This Internship is a Bust

I got in trouble at work. It's a long story that I will remember for all ages, but I don't feel like writing it all down plus I've told so many people already that I'd feel repetitive. It was bad though, and the office is my new least favorite uncomfortable place. For some reason I'm on a vicious cycle of anger and unproductivity, I am not sure which came first but I know not even two coffees and three cups of tea could make me work on my shittiest of shit-ass project. Good thing a few people back in CH are still awake at 2:30 AM their time to keep me entertained ;) Which reminds me, I have a new screen name but I will email it out to the relevant parties because I really don't want a bunch of douches knowing it and lord knows what people I hardly know or don't know at all are reading this... Look for that in a few days prolly.

I have three and a half more hours of work left and all I can think about is what's on the drink menu for tonight. Really, there isn't much thats NOT on the drink menu for tonight. Cranberry v's, midori sours, SOTBs... we like to keep colorful. K and I are going to the Kwai Chung Plaza (pleeease ally don't buy anything else), back to my hotel to shower and change and ho up the eye makeup, then out with the crowd and hopefully picking up some random bastards to pick up the tab.

The assitant to my HR manager here is an ugly bitch, she's asked me into her office to discuss my arriving late and leaving early. I don't think she believed me when I said that I was still getting used to the long commute but that I would have it straightened out by next week. I'm tired, because I couldn't sleep last night then figured a forty of Carlsberg would help. It did, but by that time it was a little late.