Joy of success
Dear underagethinkingg,
I'm not sure if the "headlines" fit into what I want to say. But anyway I totally feel quite proud to earn some buckeroos thru' being a labour. It wasn't really tough. Just some aching at the left arm. Oh, and today marks the 1st day of me working in the F&B category.
Okay, joy of success, cuz I managed to do my job (hopefully I did what I was supposed to do) and I broke one glass only. ONE. Fyi, not saying that everyone will break some glasses on their first day of work. You see, you need to put me in a different category, I've never done something like carrying 2/3/4/5 glasses on a tray before. Now I know how tough it is. It's heavy. After one hour of doing that, if my left arm is not in her L-shaped pose, I'll feel pain. I got freak out awhile.
I bet by sat night, I'll be soooooooooooooooo drained out. Cuz I'll be working 2 events tomorrow, then I'm heading for prep camp, which most probably give me a maximum of 5 hours of sleep only. Then camp activities after waking up. And work again after camp. I hope I won't faint/fall sick. Sound tough all of a sudden.
I shall go start watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S now. Before I head to bed before 1am.
But before I go, I would like to tell something to one of my dearest friend,
Please think before you speak, and kindly use your freaking mouth to speak instead of your fucking butt. Somehow I feel that you speak through your butt, seriously, where's your brain?
Hope you know this phrase called "ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS". I damn wish you'd fuck off from my life. You're so irritating+annoying. &you're like a wolf hiding under the sheep's wool.
