I love my job
Happy Valentines’ Day!
It’s that unmistakable look on their faces.
No, we won’t be going home early.
How about KFC couple’s meal?
Yes I love my job. I love it. I love it if you let me do my testing the way I believe it can provide assurance. I love it if you respect my job and don’t tell me to change my samples. I love it when you do not hide my working papers if there are errors noted.
And yes, I am proud of my job.
It’s a job where I laugh when I don’t mean it. And I smile when I give review points, and I spam imbeciles’ emails quoting FRS and IAAs.
I caught a glimpse of the streak of white hair. It suddenly struck me that there’s so much in life, and I was not about to get myself wasted. Not when the CPF promises to support me for life.
How I hate feeling so wasted.
How I hate missing out all these little surprises in life as time races past.
Yes I love my job.
Can I say the same for my life?
It’s that unmistakable look on their faces.
No, we won’t be going home early.
How about KFC couple’s meal?
Yes I love my job. I love it. I love it if you let me do my testing the way I believe it can provide assurance. I love it if you respect my job and don’t tell me to change my samples. I love it when you do not hide my working papers if there are errors noted.
And yes, I am proud of my job.
It’s a job where I laugh when I don’t mean it. And I smile when I give review points, and I spam imbeciles’ emails quoting FRS and IAAs.
I caught a glimpse of the streak of white hair. It suddenly struck me that there’s so much in life, and I was not about to get myself wasted. Not when the CPF promises to support me for life.
How I hate feeling so wasted.
How I hate missing out all these little surprises in life as time races past.
Yes I love my job.
Can I say the same for my life?
posted by The Fat One @ 00:24
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