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Medical chit.. shit

This morning there a few people from the fucking office called up asking when the fuck I gonna hand in the fucking MC.

Man…. what the fuck is so important with that fucking paper. No one asked what the hell happened or how’s my condition… am I dying etc. What they cared was that fucking MC. Will I smash my already ugly face just to fake a fucking MC?

Luckily my colleague came just now. Mun Choon. He came and collected the fucking MC.

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  1. August 28th, 2007 at 11:08 | #1

    shit, what the fuck happened to you man?

  2. August 28th, 2007 at 11:20 | #2

    I blacked out, fell on the road and smashed my mouth and jaw.

  3. August 28th, 2007 at 17:53 | #3

    WTF

  4. August 28th, 2007 at 23:48 | #4

    i’m in the same scenario as to hr dept will call for yr mc the moment they knew u came into office the following day and didnt ask what happened to u.

    hr dept – supposed to relate with staff but their work has overtaken their mindset which was supposed to look after staff welfare……sadly they do not

  5. Motor Div
    August 31st, 2007 at 10:55 | #5

    Don’t be so sad…….

    We didn’t know what happened until we hear from you……

    Wishes you a speedy recovery and enjoy your favourite meal after that….

    Take care

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