hating.it.

work at VE was so bad i wanted to go home the moment i stepped into the place.
i struggled my first half of the shift alone.
busy like fuck.
public holidays are crazy. human flow like non-stop. brought my laptop but didn't get any work done. zzz.


Hboss came. and more work was assigned to me. i think partly because he's lazy to do all that shit and i had to do them. tired out.
tmd. spent 1 hours plus changing rentals to ex-rentals and putting them into respective files and sleeves, then bringing out the casings to place them into the trolleys outside. fuck. i felt so beaten.


got scolded some more. face black until cannot black anymore. and Hboss knows.
but who cares. i didn't speak much, other than entertaining customers.
Hboss bought me a drink and told me he didn't mean to scold me. but somethings should really not be done. okays.


LF did some mindfucking i think. whatevers.
VE people are so scheming, evil and are cunning backstabbers.
so sick of all that politics.
will leave asap. GRRR.
and doesn't justify the amount of work i have to do at that given pay.
i mean...i AM learning customer service and PR skills. but i feel like shit.


i shall guard myself against everyone in VE. grrr.



finally home after a long lond day.
started working on 441. and now i've got to do 443 before my brain fries itself. zzz.


now, i truly believe i can still die even though i'm positive i'm dead.
what an irony.

weekends have merged to become weekdays.
awesome shits.
start of new week.
start of my sleepless week.