Don’t expect a proper entry here.

I was having such a wonderful dream when suddenly the chee bai alarm rang. Kana sai! Two hours of sleep.

For fuck’s sake, everyone’s busy, you aren’t alone in this. Don’t use your bloody schedule as a pretext for your deficient leadership abilities. Wasted time last week because this idea cannot, that idea cannot. Si lan jiao! The result is a rush of last minute work, yet again.

As a leader, I expect you to prioritise and plan. But it seems the group is wading in a pile of dung, smelling for a sense of direction. The good news is, as a person, I have not lost respect for you. But as a leader… Oh god, I must be knocked down by a garbage truck and have my hand down a diarrhea-filled toilet to respect you.

I’ll regret this later, but the lack of sleep makes it feel as if my balls have rolled out of place. For now you’re a maire pundeh.

Logen