a whore's life.

i lead a "whore's life".

sr's been calling me a "bitch slut whore" for as long as i can remember.
example: "eh bitch slut whore, come and look at this shirt. do you think i can wear it with that blazer i bought yesterday?" and while i walk, red-faced, to sr, the entire shop turns around and stares at the whore.

since i've started paddling, i've been called a "pop culture whore" and / or "media whore" (cos' i know what's going on in the ever amusing world of entertainment), a "cam whore" (cos' i like my picture taken), a plain "whore" (for drooling after different guys at the same time - can i help it if i have a lot of love to share?), but i'm glad to say that i've yet to become a "ktv whore" (for i do not hog the mike when i go to a ktv lounge).

recently, i've ended my trend of working short hours by working 12 hour days (i swear, this is NOT the norm in my company. and contrary to popular belief, just cos' my hours are short doesn't mean i don't hold a real job). i have become a corporate whore.

my friends are all whores of some sort or other. i guess birds of a feather really do flock together.

i think i'll go look for a willing pimp now.

an update: i am now a "PR whore" as well. i have just realised that my jobscope includes making sure that everyone i work with is happy, so they can all do their jobs properly. i should totally be in diplomacy.