Gretel in Track Shorts

"I should really be filing right now.", Gretel thought as she typed on her office keyboard. She had her iPod on and the song Infatuation was playing. "WTF? This is way too pop-ish... But goodness, I can't seem to stop it from playing. In fact, I think I'm going to play it again.", she said to herself. And surely enough as soon as the song stopped she clicked the left button on the wheel. As it played she could feel the sentiments of the song right down to the breaths being heard on the background. Right then, she realized that she was in trouble.

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Writing in the third person is haaarrrrdddd. Mon amour, I salute you. I can't do this. LMAO.

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My semi-boss sent me an email saying:

"please make it look good. lol."

He's cool.

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I'm waiting for a callback. Tsk. I hate callbacks. I never call back, why should I expect other people to call me back.

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"So I'm definitely going to file right after I write today's shorts...", Gretel thought. But deep inside she knew that something else was going to come up and she wouldn't be able to. She sighed and continued to type...

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This morning as I left the house I definitely knew I had no money. I even called my colleague and asked him if he could pay for my cab fare. He agreed and I went about my day knowing I owed someone AED10, hoping I don't forget to pay him back before the day ends.

At lunch, I went down to buy an almond coffee thingyblahblah using my debit card and when I opened my wallet, there it was. AED10.

Two explanations... Magic wallet or forgetful Gretel.

You decide.

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G: Oh ang layo yata ng tingin natin...
H: Oo nga eh.
G: Nadala mo ba yung CV n'ya?
H: Hindi eh... Wala palang nakaprint. Baka pwedeng i-fax na lang or email?
G: Sure. May papel ka...
H: Uhmm... Sa cellphone nalang.
G: *Misheard H and started to give him, her cellphone number.*
H: Ah yung email.
G: *Blushes a bit at the thought of what just happened, but breathes in and takes his cellphone and texts in her office email address...*
H: Email mo yan sa office.
G: *Still texting* Yes.
H: Nagch-check ka ba ng email.
G: *Nagkamali pa ng pindot* Oo naman.
H: Nagch-chat ka ba palagi...
G: *Napa-Eyng sa tanong* Ah... Hindi naman.
H: Eh ang YM mo laging bukas?
G: Mmmmedyo. Hehe. *Sabay balik ng cellphone na nakalagay na ang email address.*
H: Haha. Talaga? *Tingin sa cellphone* So uhmm, Gretel... Tama ba? Gretel?
G: Gretel, yeah... Padala mo na lang d'yan.
H: Ok sige.
G: Ano nga ulit name mo? *Kunwari di alam...*
H: Hans.
G: *Smiles her million dollar socialera smile and immediately goes into her usual socialera hoity-toity pa-cool kuno mode.* Wow. Ganda ng pangalan ah... Very German. *With matching taas kilay and lip pout*
H: *Natawa at nagblush*