Whew. Finally I have time for an update. Happy new year everyone! And let me start by saying how freaked out I was when I finally checked my bank account today. OMG, I am so poor. I am now finally bearing the consequences of my horrendous Christmas splurgings. <sniff> It literally hurts to look at the practically non-existent digits in my bank account. Oww..

But on a more positive note, I am happy to inform everyone that I've started my new job this past Monday at BoConcept as a Design Consultant (ooohh...haha) and I'm lovin' it!  I really like it so far! Of course it's only my first week and almost everyone loves their job during the first week, but I'm hoping that I will continue to like it just as much as time passes. Can you imagine HATING your job on the very first day and already calculating when your last day would be? Hehe, I know someone who did that. Anyway. It's also a real bonus that I'm getting paid more. Wahahaha!

Soo, to make a long story short, my job requirements are to sell as much furniture as I can. The design part comes in when client chooses any piece of furniture and I have to build it on the computer from scratch. And it doesn't even matter if all they want is a simple piece of dresser, I have to pick out each shelf and drawer in the color of the customer's choice and bang the entire thing together in the program. Some people actually go as far as to bring in their apartment blueprints and tell us to fill up their rooms with our furniture - now that is where the big bucks come in. Hee...wonder if that day will come soon for me leh. Right now my head is so filled with information already from memorizing the million types of wood and fabrics that I dream about it in my sleep. And I learned to place orders yesterday and even made my first sale!! Woohoo! I sold 6 chairs in total, HAHA. (I had to build that too, wtf.) I was kind of freaking out cuz I was so worried that I would type in the wrong item number and screw up the order. Apparently once you click OK your order is immediately sent to the warehouse and there's no turning back. <shudder> So scary. But I'm thankful that so far my co-workers are relatively friendly and don't hate me yet, although I already sense a slight amount of competition in the air. And yesterday I found out that all the salesguys that I work with are GAY. WOW, no wonder they're all so beautiful, I couldn't help noticing the well-defined shape of Juan Carlo's eyebrow. (Turns out he is also a part-time underwear model. yum. haha.) I also befriended one of the Asian guys, who is the only straight dude there, and is the little brother of the owner. Smart, huh? <grin>

Anyway, <yawn> I'm so sleepy but I really wanna catch up on some reading. When I was stuck in the airport stand-bying for one of the 10 flights to Houston during Christmas (and we got on the 14th one. No kidding), I read the 1st chapter of this book called He's Just Not That Into You: The No-Excuses Truth to Understanding Guys. (After that I got kicked off the book by the sales lady, shiat. And it was so damn expensive I couldn't make myself buy it anyway.) You know what? I think the book is really somewhat true, although several examples are so extreme you've got to admit that many times the woman really deserves the heartbreak. But generally speaking, YES, women make too many excuses for guys, thinking that the reason why he doesn't call is because he's "busy", and the reason why he doesn't make a move is because he's "shy". HELL, the book says that if a man really has the hots for you, he will move mountains for you and NOTHING IN THIS WORLD WILL STOP HIM. Which I think is true. Isn't it? Now I feel stupid for the infinite number of times I've made excuses for every guy who's walked in and out of my life. (Which isn't even alot, DAMN it.) I hate wishy-washy guys. <stomping feet> Why do they make us so giddy-happy and miserable at the same time? <throwing hands in the air> Those motherfuckers. (Puahaha.) So putting it simply, if you ain't getting the attention you're craving for, you better git movin' on! Sorry my dear, he's just not that into you. Simple, isn't it?