Potato Sandwiches

Heylo Peeple. Sorry I couldn't come up with an impressive title like I always do, so I just decided to use what I was eating as a title. Hehehe... thats right potato sandwiches. Today was quite eventful. I first went down to Raffles Place to ask my for my pay from my ex-company. When I first went in there, the assistant floor manager was like... "You think u can get ure pay ah? i dont know if u can." So I looked at him n said "Yeah I think I can. Cuz anyway I was told to come after the first. Anyway who can I talk to." He told me to go see the boss. So I went to see the boss and he told me that it wasnt ready. He told me to come back in two days. Then he asked for my uniform, which I never took home because I was told to leave it in the locker after my shift! He told me to go look for it. As you probably guessed, it wasnt there and he said he would haf to deduct $25 frm my pay fer it. Thats kinda dumb actually. I tried reasoning with him, telling him that I never took it home and that I was instructed to leave it there, but I guess it was his scheme to exploit me. I have a feeling hes an evil leprachaun, or perhaps a cross between a leprechaun and a descendant of humpty dumpty. Anyway my attempt in making him think logically failed and he just said that they will try to find it, and if they dont then its $25 off my pay. Oh well I guess he feels I deserve it for whatever reasons. Ill just take it in my stride... and that I donated the $25 to charity. ;)

I went for an interview after that, they said they would contact me again. Anywayz my final destination (before home that is) was for Outram to donate blood. I reached there and it was quite fast actually compared to the previous time I went there to donate. I think the nurse inserted the needle wrongly though, cuz unlike my previous donation, there was a piercing pain in my left arm where the needle was inserted. Especially when I did not squeeze the ball the gave me. After a few excruciating minutes, the nurse came again and asked if everything was ok. Trying not to sound like a wimp, I replied in a tough, indifferent tone. "Yeah... but its hurting quite a bit where the needle penetrates."

She immediately stopped the machine, and took the needle out of my arm. Guess what happened next? Blood started squirting outta my arm like a damn fountain. It would have been comical, if the nurse hadnt freaked me out by rushing to call the doctors, yelling at the top of her voice! The doctor ran to my bed, with a pail and put it where the squirting blood was landing on the floor, positioning it carefully to minimise the blood splattering around, while I lay there watching him in bewilderment. Finally after 20 more seconds he stood up and started whistling loudly then softly then loudly again. I couldnt restrain myself any longer. I blurted out "What the hell are you doing?"
To which he replied, " I always wondered whether the musical fountain really responded to the music. I guess not. I wonder how they do it. Amazing isnt it?"

Okok... disregard whatever I said in the last paragraph. What really happened was, the nurse removed the needle, and then she stopped the machine.
So I asked "Arent you gonna take more blood outta me?"
Actually, according to her, I had already completed filling up the 350ml packet. I was a bit skeptical, but she reassured that it was already full. Well it did look full, so I stopped bugging her. She said I was only 50kg so that was the maximum I could donate. Anyway, after wrapping my arm up with a purple bandage that had smiley faces all over it, I went to the cafe outside and redeemed my coupon for a free curry puff and a drink. I was sitting alone, when this guy came up to me and asked if he could join me. I gladly obliged, and we started chatting. It turned out he was a police officer, which was kinda contradicting to what he was wearing ( A t-shirt that read "TERRORIST"). I'm serious bout this btw. He was quite a jolly fellow, we chatted for like 15-20 mins, bout several juicy topics and then we decided to head for home. Before parting I asked for his name. I know you people will be like YOU TALKED TO A PERSON NOT KNOWING HIS NAME??!!! but thats just the way I am. We exchanged numbers and left. Perhaps we'll meet up to go donate blood again someday.

Well thats about it for today... Please do invite your friends to come n read my blog, because ummm I hate writing for myself. Haha. Oh n btw I forgot to say in the previous post. the cycling images for X-mas eve are up. just follow the old links and navigate ure way to them. Oh and another thing. I've written a few poems that were selected some time ago for publishing(Might be a scam... but who knows.) heres the URL. Tell me what you guys think.
http://www.poetry.com/Publications/search.asp Just enter Kotwani in the last name. I have 2 poems under me Perishing Hope and another 1. I cant paste the exact URL cuz it doesnt work then. thnx