So now I'm on the list?


I got home late this evening from work and what do I find?

A huge fat envelope sitting atop my bed, as if expecting me for a jolly long time.

I looked at the envelope, and experienced deja vu. Over at my workplace, I see business envelopes like this EVERYDAY. EVERY WAKING MOMENT OF THE DAY. It's not enough that I get paper cuts from over-zealousness on my part at handling these paper products, it's not enough that I have to open like 5000 envelopes a day to personally assess all the applications for company loans that come in, it's not enough that I have to seal important documents in such envelopes everyday and worry for the rest of the week that I've just sent the wrong set of documents to the wrong company. It's not enough, it's not enough...

It's not enough to remind me of work though. This lil nasty envelope wants to remind me of something far more evil.

It wants to give me a huge slap across the face, jab me in the ribs, and laugh out loud at me, saying: "Look who just got admitted into SDU!!!"

Yah, alrighty. I admit it.

I'm now a proud member of the Social Development Unit. Hooray.

Free membership, with numerous perks, they promise ya.

Like I am so blawdy flattered, really.

Though there's one thing that I would admit.

I was secretly scouring the pamphlets and brochures for cuties. Note: Guys and gals alike.

Heey. That's what the SDU is for, right?

Although, of course, I haven't turned psychopathic and actually ignored the fact that they are models.

So now then, someone please tell me what good is the SDU?