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Footprints

tmd. if not because of money, i wont even bother working lor. rotting at home might be boring, but definately far better than working please... why did i fucking find trouble with myself and find a job? should have rot at home further. yaya, because of the damn payday, i have to go through 9am - 6pm, Monday to Friday working life. fml.

9am doesn't sound early, it's the wake up at ungodly 7am which is early. boarding the damn bus which putt putt putt and take it's own bloody sweet time to travel that cause me to wake up so early. tmd, that bus took damn 50mins to reach workplace.

didn't able to pull myself up at 7am. i woke up at 7.15am instead, and guess what? i have to rush like fuck. and there, the day doesn't starts smoothly. smudge eyes, no masccara because i have no time to put it. forgot to bring it out too.

now, that i finally reached office 5mins before. thank god, i wasn't late. but yet, the person-in-charge of me can't fucking speak english normally. i dont mind if your english suck, but this is like as good as not speaking english. i have to fucking self translate myself and half of the time, i got it wrong. please leh, i normally can understand lousy english. no doubt mine is not much better, but at the very least, far better than his.

i might be too crude here. but in order to ask me to do a task properly, you have to give me the right advice. and not for me to guess. fuck la. and english already cmi, still want to fucking ask me do so many things and i have to slowly analyze what the fuck you talking about. design say design la, photoshop photoshop. tsk tsk. Ok, not alot of things, but it's useless things, waste my time only.

hello. this is singapore. want to work here, at least say something easier for me to understand la. i was still happy at first that you're not local, but fuck that you can't communicate with me. probably, you think what the fuck is my problem, talking bad about people. but seriously, this is SINGAPORE. yes, i understand. he might be trying his best to learn english already, but then again, cannot advice properly, ask others to do so.

the reason why he's in-charge of me probably is because of his working experiences, educations etc. but then again, isn't communication the most important factor?

ah! fuck it. got to get some job done and rot whole day. cannot take it? resign lor. dammit. fml fml!