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read between the lines
excuse me, mister mr. excuses came up with more excuses this week. yesterday it was: we don't have school so i don't wanna come just for this. (come on, we're going to graduate in 2 weeks' time and you're too lazy to give the last leg your best? yeah, never mind the fact that you have already got higher marks in your belt, i'm like nearly failing because my previous group was even worse than this and i need the marks to pull me up badly!)today, it was: i'm sick today so i'm not going. sigh. i throw my hands up in the air. what will it be tomorrow, i fell down the toilet bowl? i had food poisoning? i don't feel like coming to school? i wanna fail our presentation next week so i'm so slack about it cos i don't care? i hate this kind of lackadaisical attitude when it comes to work... like as though i am so free that i have nothing better to do than sit around and waaaait until he comes to his senses and decides to pull a last-minute stunt like all the rest the day before. seriously, it's like i'm so free that i have no other projects to hand up the very same week and time isn't so precious to me. i think i better not say any more. or it won't be very erm, appropriate. |
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