Today was supposedly a good day. I was going to meet my adopted father, Tgore and Banita for lunch and Desmond was coming along because he was on child sick leave. I was really excited to see them after a long time and I thought it was really nice to have Desmond along.
When I got to my ex-workplace, I just got this terrible grim feeling. I learnt from Tgore a few days ago that my ex-agency had ran into serious financial problems. Employees haven't received their pay for 2 months and it was owing SPH tons of money for the previous ad releases. This was quite a shock for me. Previously, Tgore had always told me that things were picking up at the agency after I had left. For a while, I was quite tempted to return to the agency when I was feeling really frustrated at my current workplace due to the presence of some evil old witch who was making life difficult for me. Now, I thank my lucky stars that I hadn't. I can't imagine the dire consequences if I should not receive salary for 2 months. Tgore and Banita who were always cheerful also appeared down and listless. The look of Tgore after I had dropped him off back to the agency after lunch was almost one of depressed. I don't think I have seen him wear such an expression before.
Desmond, TFH and I went to Orchard after lunch to walk around. I wanted to get some new clothes for Desmond. I don't understand why he must always dress so shabbily and that really pisses me off sometimes. He is probably the most slip shot person I have seen in my entire life. We went to Levi's and managed to find a nice top for him. He insisted that he shouldn't buy jeans this time round because Levi's is a having a promotion whereby they gladly offer 50bucks off a pair of jeans if you had brought an old pair of jeans for trading in. Fair enough, if we could save 50 bucks, why not.
We continued walking around and for some strange reasons, the Guccis and LVs of the world are beckoning me today and I decided to enter LV. I just wanted to look around since I've never been into a LV boutique. And come on, it isn't as if I can't afford one. Bloody Desmond had to behave like I'm some crazy person dreaming to go into LV and was rather reluctant to get into one. While I looked around the shop and Desmond was actually advising me on the types of LV bags I could consider buying. Alright, I took a look at those bags at his recommendations. After a while, I was really attempted to buy one but I couldn't decide on the colour - white or brown. White was nice but I already have a white Gucci bag and I don't have any dark coloured bag. I was also considering if I really need another bag. Then at that point of time, Desmond said something that pissed me off big time 'Think carefully, your bag could pay for Alyssa's milk powder for 2 years.'
What the fuck is he talking about?! Firstly, Alyssa is a breastfed baby, what fucking milk powder does he have to buy for her? Secondly, I can well afford to buy tons of milk powder for Alyssa even if I buy 2 of those LV bags. Just what the fuck is wrong with this guy?! If he's trying to make me feel guilty and deter me from buying the bag, he's done it the wrong way big time.
I'm really pissed with him and I still don't wish to speak to him as of this moment of blogging. I should have married someone who would say 'Go on, buy 10 of these bags. I think they are wonderful buys and you are so smart, darling.' URGH.
I received a call from Tgore during dinner while still fuming and he broke the unthinkable news to me: the agency is winding up. I think I'll have to visit him in India every year then. I'm really sad to think that he might be leaving. I owe alot of what I am and what I have today, to him. I really can't imagine him gone and not around to dispense me ready advice. It's as if the sky is almost falling on me.
I had to wash Alyssa's clothes for an hour to take my mind off these terrible things. I hope tomorrow will be a better day.

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