This morning as I was headed into the training, I had a large pile of hardware on me. Ranging from boombox speaker (the one with satellite speakers from Altec Lansing) to some cord extension and a projector. Imagine how messy it was for me to hold all those stuff in one go so that I can make only one trip to the car so that I can attend the training.

However, my luck was not to be. I got so unlucky that when the elevator door opened, Fat Bitch also came by the way to go down to the ground floor to get some food to add additional weight to her body. Looking at me:

FB: "Wah, so many things to take ar? Is it heavy?"

*Give her a stern look with the action on my face: "What do you think?"*

FB: "I guess it's heavy. Where you're off to?"
Me: "Training..."
FB: "Wow, you're giving training?"
Me: "Nope."
FB: "You're taking the training?"

*Give her another look: "What does it look like?"*

FB: "Hey don't forget ar, you owe me some cases..."
Me: "Owe you some cases? What cases?"
FB: "I've just sent the mail to you..."
Me: "Sorry, no can do. Training..."
FB: "I need to close the Sales you know..."
Me: "So?"
FB: "But someone need to attend to the customer..."
Me: "Call toll free."
FB: "I've talked to the customer, and he wants someone to give him a call."
Me: "No can do. No double standard. Either he call in or we don't take the case."

The elevator door opened. Thank God! Now I have the freedom! Fat Bitch wants a free lunch? FAT CHANCE BITCH!