it all started off with a bad note. maybe i woke up at the wrong side of bed today. i was supposed to mug last night. but after reading cleo, i ko-ed till this morning. and when i look at the clock, i almost suffocate cause im going to be late. thinking i can have a glance of it on the bus, i grabbed the book and chiong-ed out of the house. but, that bus was so packed and what happened next is up to your imagination. i dont want to sin again by cursing/swearing.
so when im about to start work, the crowd over there at the centre was literally MAD! imagine having 60 plus
people queuing up. to start off, i wasn't in a good mood. to make things worse, some customers are real demanding. adds on to our frustration. so audrey and me was literally frowning throughout and we talked like bullet trains. then i realise, the dream of becoming a demure girl is unattainable for me cause im swearing deep down inside. this job is sinful cause it made people swear. hah, audrey can be living testimonial. everytime she gets frustrated, she'll scold a few words and get out of centre to smoke.
okay, other than that, the attitude of some of my collegues really pissed me off. i seem to prefer hanging out with the HR people upstairs though they smoke like there's no tomorrow. think they're the only few females that i know who smokes prolly more than a guy. ZZZZZZ
they're telling me if i continue to work there, prolly i'll be a smoker also, cause it's super stresful. well, -------
things became slightly better at night.
and while booking test date for this guy, he asked me if im in lower sec and he thought lower sec cant work. ZZZZ hello! i'm 20years old this year! lower sec?! that's like half a decade ago.
the irritating part is, when im on my way home, this stranger came to me and,
stranger : hey! remenber me?!
me: huh?! er, you are?
stranger: i book tp test from you last week. ------ (his name, but i dont bother to rmb)
me: oh. cant remenber. sorry.
stranger : eh! got early test date anot?
me: ZZZZZ. go online find yourself.
so haunting you know!
and i dont know why.
i start to miss my old-flame on the bus journey home.
PENG!
Death Cab For Cutie - A Lack Of Colour
