Work. Work. Work. Why do human beings need to work their arses off? Why can't simply money comes in easily? Why do we need to work our arses that hard till we get to gain to be "somebody" in that particular company? Why without money we cant bring happiness? Why the world is so into money? Why things hard to purchase without money. Money money money. Is money that hard to gain? Why money comes and money goes? Enough bout money.
Today (27/o8) work sucks big time again. Everything goes smoothly not till the area manager came in. Not till the post-mix drinks leaked and flooded the whole shop and made it sticky all over the place. Not till the AM ask to do this, to do that, to convey that, why its messy, why why why. Suckers. Not till the shop invaded by all the kiasu-ism uncle(s), aunties, flithy(sp?) spoilt rich kids, bloody bimbos who has been asking their dumb boyfriend "dear-dear why the floor is sticky...?"(in the bitchy tones of course) "______________" bimbos Not till the dumb customers walks passes me while i was freaking mopping the sticky floor. Not till the Pos shortages of 6 bucks. Not mine tho', helmi's.
I swear, today i nearly just walk off from that shit place and just leave them alone. I swear today i am so bloody tired and sick. Sick of listening the AM barked. Arf arf. I swear, i nearly broke my fast but i did manage to fast. BUT i manage to stay. Stay because of that porky. Yes, pork you pork. I wan't you badly.
Ah fed-up la. Don't know how long i'm curse with this shit. I wan't my cheerful moments back.....
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