twenty oh nine

So my best friend @ work is the toilet cleaning lady.  She has an awesomely toothless grin and darts around with bird-like nimbleness despite her trolley of Swiffer Wet Jet Mops and trash bags and Mama Lemon detergent.  We discuss in-depth topics such as the rising hawker food prices, how salty the food outisde is, what we have for teabreak (Milo and Skyflakes biscuits!!), and my miserable 20$/day pay.  I finally found somebody I can have a normal day-to-day conversation with!  It’s surprisingly (or maybe unsurprisingly) diffcult to do that with all the other assholes here…screw yaaaaaallll