Happy happy day! ~~~ NOT.
Yo! A coupla days ago (Literally), I was in such a bad mood, but with a full stomach, I finally have the energy to type something.
Which is what i'm doing now. (Silly me.)
UNFORTUNATELY, something happened to dampen my mood again. And now I'm back to Miss Ol' Grumpy. you know, being grumpy take a whole lot out of you. I need another manga to make me happy. SCHIZER. Freaks of nature. This month/this week is sooooo not my lucky week. Especially when I KNOW I'm having my mood swings and I can't help a damn about it.
Well apparently, "someone" is putting the blame on me. I spammed him with two loooong emoticons and kenna his computer hang. WTF. Like I know that he never save his work. I try my best to fix the solution for offering the rest of my FREE TIME (which is what I rarely have nowathese days) to fix the bloddy solution, before I go to work and tire myself again (esp now that I've a totally LOST appetite for the past week). Okay. I really don't mind typing 130 pages of scripts and whatever shit codes they have 'cos I can learn. But apparently he blames it on me. He says that he can't find it in the recovery folder. What a load of bullcrap.
Signing in just now, I see another thing that made me SOOOO
MAD PISSED...
"I've saved everything to muh ipod and another flash drive just to be safe."
One word. I do NOT like to be FOOLED. To be all panicky. Then realised, that it was all a JOKE. Especially. When. I. Am. In. Miss. Ol'. Grumpy. Mood. oh. And guess what. he only has 18 contracts to do.
Not 130. Wow. So MUCH for being bored at work.
I am pissed. I'm fine with the whole Sunday situation. That was pretty much passé. But this has gone way too far. I can't even complain about my days of work now. Fine, maybe I will.
You know the thing is, the work is damn stressful especially if you have no watch? you always have to look at the time and I don't even have the FARKING TIME to even BUY a new watch much less type this bloddy entry. Night after night I get home at 12mn when I'm supposed to be asleep but I can't 'cos I just frigging showered. Sleep? WHAT SLEEP? i sleep like at 2or 3am every fugging nght. The seniors at work keep on mixing me up with the "commands" I don't know what to do. (EG: Method of washing, cleaning, what time to frigging put aside the trays.) It makes me so muddled up and I just so darn stressed over it. I am P.I.S.S.E.D. and worried myself SICK over work. (even though I don't show it.)
What's more, Maggie is the one supervising this week. Not Kim.
I reach there punctually on time at 4pm she also not happy. Like WTF?! This means that every single little mistake she will pin-point like a mad idiot. Seriously. I mean it. And this has been taking a toll on my appetite. ((wait a moment. I go weigh myself.)) 42KG. That's 1KG lesser than my actual weight. ZZZZZ. Schizer. I'd rather have morning shift. I wish I could. WITH KIM. Not with Maggie. I swear I have Maggie-phobia after this whoe bullcrap. Not to mention Poh Tin. ((seriously naggy.))
I don't feel like complaining anymore. I'm just so darn sick and tired of work. I wish I could try out morning shift. No matter how hectic it is. No rushing home after work. Even if I rushed, it would be to rush during the shift, which I seriously don't mind. I don't mind waking at 5am everyday just to have a quiet time to go back home at my own pace. No rushing home to practice DJMax or whatever games I love. I don't even have AMPLE time to spend with my friends after work. (WHAT TIME? Oh. Meet at 3am? I don't think so.)
See? Even Sharon has the time to spend out with Rod each time she finishes her shift. And STILL have time to go online without having to go past her bedtime. Heck. It's almost like the school hours except that you have no homework but have money instead. ZZZZZ.
I'm done with the day. As I should
always at least try to be happy, I shall. No point depleting my energy and just wasting one of the nicest meal I've had just now for lunch. (Yes. Maggi noodles can be damn nice if you haven't had an appetite or even a proper lunch/dinner in days.) In fact, I don't think I have any energy left. It's like I wanna go back to sleep again. And hibernate. ZZZZZ. Off to contemplate.
Ciaoness.
Oli
PS: I hope this blog doesn't turn into a complain blog. It's just so not me. Stupid raging hormones.
Get into good uni
Whooshies!
January 2007