Ha.

And i thought i finally could have a nice day off. The phone rings at 8am. I hang up, thinking it was the alarm. In the moment i gained total conciousness of the nature of the ringing emanating from my precious handphone and pressing the cancel button, i realise it's be who's calling. Too late. I know she will call again anyway. In the next second she did.

Ha.

Guess what. I'm needed at work. I thought i was supposed to and just did missed seeing my name on the schedule when she called. But no. Someone else didn't show up at work (cafe, that's why she called... limited manpower in that area..) Fine, then... I got up and went to the airport.

Ha.

Leftover sandwiches not wasted. Expired stuff not wasted. Products not stocked up. Equipment not cleaned properly. Mind you, i'm not the cleanest/neatest person around. Just clean/neat enough to satisfy. Luckily there weren't many customers, just fussy (read: bloody irritating) ones.

After TWELVE STRAIGHT DAYS at work without an off day, tomorrow holds a day of restful sleep, karaoking (whether with my karaoke kakis or at home with my mother)... I love working, but you do need a break once in a while, don't you?



to yushan: your tagboard is a war zone... i don't dare tag... haha...