The birds are chirping. The air is cool and the sun shining warmly, the kind of weather perfect for a cup of moring coffee and waffles al-fresco style. Already her mood was soured.

Damn these people. They have a way of getting at you. See, she woke up at 7.30am this morning and went to the office, as she needs to pick up some documents and also to get ZED ticket for her sis. She was the first in Staff Travel, and then they dropped the bomb. Effective 13 March, all ZED tickets request must be done through the E-Staff Travel. AND WHY DIDN'T THAT WRINKLED, WELFARE BITCH TOLD HER WHEN THE PRINCESS WENT ABOUT PROCESSING THE ZED TICKET REQUEST FORM AND THAT WRINKLED, OLD BTCH ASKED HER TO DROP THE FORM RIGHT INTO THE FORM BOX?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Now she has drag herself to office another time, a place she can only describe as political minefield with a little Hitler sitting on top, watch your steps, you don't want to end up blown into pieces.

So she checked out the new E-Staff Travel. True to form, the website was no where to be found.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Did she mention she's working tonight?