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Invasive

My work takes a lot of will to like. I am on duty for this week. I don't usually take a long lunch, I just eat my sandwich at my workstation and monitor the servers. However, this lunch time, I had the urge to eat rice, been craving for it since morning. It was already around 2PM, had so many cases to attend to and the servers were acting crazy all day. I went to the nearby hawker and bought chicken chop.

So anyway, I don't know what happened but my tummy became upset. Hee Hee...

I was already scared that somebody might call coz as I have said, it was a crazy day. So then my phone rings and it was the operator. I have this gut feeling that there's something wrong. My tummy grumbling and all but these thoughts were running through my mind.

Should I answer? No way! It's so obvious that I am inside the toilet. Hmmm, should I sms him to call somebody else? *But what will I tell him I'm doing?* dyahi naman di ba...

That's when it really clicked. I can not do this to myself. I have to go and soon...

To answer the questions lurking in your minds, I didn't answer. I sms him to talk to my boss. I also sms my boss to check what's happening for me. *Mails pending around 10K, the push connector server keeps going down, one of the server is not responding* Those are but normal workday for us. Not very healthy!

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