As much as I love the dormmate beside my room, I didn't appreciate it when she told to HR that I can pick up the factory shoes from the other office when we were both already back home. I had to pack and I didn't need to try to fit the shoes cause I got the right size whereas she didn't.

Her excuse is that she has to meet her friend at 6:30 -_- you're the one who needs it. Why do I have to be the one to get it? Tell your friend to meet you at a later time. Priorities.

You know what I hate? When guys act like they're single when they're not. Not that it affects me cause I'm dating someone but just hearing about it from colleagues makes me cringe.

I'm actually a lot older than most of my colleagues. If they're fresh out of undergrad, they're mostly 22/23. Grad school kids are 24/25. I'm 27.

I'm just thankful sometimes that I can still relate with them.

And just like that the weekend is over.

At work we're always told how the weekend is for fun and also for improving ourselves. Today was supposed to be the self-improvement day. Which went all sorts of wrong when I woke up feeling lonely and depressive. It took me quite a bit to get out of that funk and get up to at least pick up my suit from the cleaners.

Yes, I wear a suit now. 

I had a conversation with a friend about what I did today and he couldn't understand what I said. To him it sounded like 'fruit'. So I had to enunciate better. "You wear a suit to work?" 

Well yes I do.