Vickiepedia

And so, Vickie has to continue to work as a temporary clerk in Hong Kong, because her second university life is postponed to July due to several unfortunate unforeseen circumstances. And as you may or may not know, Vickie has been working in a company that produces/sells intimate apparel all this time, which makes her very happy and rich for some unknown reasons.

But I mean, when you work at a place where people of either gender hold bra and panties samples in your face regularly, shouldn’t it not confuse you as much when you hear somebody say,

“Vickie, do you have Dzong’s tit? (not real name)”

I think I stared at the person for 3 seconds, one thousand questions spinning in my head. Why does she think I’d have Dzong’s tit? Could she have somehow discovered that I’m a lesbian nymphomaniac? Shit, she couldn’t have found my blog as well, could she? Besides, why just one tit? What about the other one? And who the hell is Dzong, anyway?

“You know, Dzong’s tit?” The woman elaborated as she noticed my confusion. “Dzong’s tits company email?”

Then I finally understood what she was talking about. Dzong Stit, a company that I haven’t dealt with in my past temporary assignments. If this whole thing happened in English, I might just have replied with, “Well, no, I haven’t touched Dzong’s tit. I mean… I haven’t touched on Dzong Stit before.”

Hehe. I’m so easily amused.

Ah, back to work again. I can’t say I’m happy to have to get up early and be bossed around (albeit mildly) every day; but I can’t say I’m not happy to have a life and something outside gaming to blog about again.

There’s a woman at work who I thought had been quite cold to me in the beginning, until she somehow learnt that I was at HKU before I came here for the temporary job. I’m fairly certain she only took in the “I got into HKU” bit seeing the respect and interest she developed for me all of a sudden, and missed the more important “… but withdrew after two years since I flunked like I never did.”

But no, that’s not the point.

If I remembered correctly, I’d always introduced myself as Vickie to people, because, well, that’s my name. Since who knows when, however, the woman who shall not be named doesn’t seem to be calling me “Vickie” any more. I was rather unaware of this as the name she muttered sounded vaguely like Vickie — until about the fifth or sixth time we chatted, I finally confirmed that she’s been calling me “Vivian” all this time.

There’s no doubt that she thinks I am indeed a Vivian after my answering her with that name for so many times, and it’s way too late to correct her without embarrassing her now. Let’s hope she discovers soon that there’s nobody named so at work here.

But who am I to complain? I don’t even bother to know her name. *cough*