… means Happy New Year in Arabic. And that goes to y’all!
It’s now my fourth time to experience the year turn in Qatar, and I would say this time tops all. I just came from work (fucking bank audits!) and yeah, I counted 140 million in currency. Got that? 140 million in cold fucking cash baby, and not a single amount is mine! Talk about ending the year with a bang.
Isn’t the noise money counters make taxing enough? Counting other people’s money is … dammit, i don’t even wanna talk about it. Just kill me, please. Screw you all millionaires out there. I’ll work my ass out this coming year and I’d be one of you too, jerks! Hah!
Wait, now that’s a toughie. Anyway, at least I figured out what I’d keep myself busy with in 2009. Aha! A resoution of sort. I’ll make that next to axing this bad, albeit very stress-relieving, habit of mine –cursing. Rrrright. I’m absofuckinglutely looking forward to do that. *lol*
I’ll close my blog entry here. I need to hit the sheets now, another 57 million is waiting for me in less than 10 hours. (I promise you, I didn’t design this crappy audit life myself!)
Fuck. (give me a break, resolution starts no sooner than tomorrow)
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