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aiyah.. today's just not my day man.. lol.. get ready for some ranting..

worked the previous day, ended at 10 plus pm.. & today had to wake up at the ungodly hour of 430am to get to work by 530am.. u can imagine what getting a cab is like at that time lah... i had to continuously walk along the roads, trying to out-chiong fellow workers at the airport.. T.T but thank God for small mercies, i reached work on time..

had a good start to the day.. which ended in my extending to 11 hours, getting surplus in my cash register up to a grand total of $14.25. Joanne take a bow, you've really outdone yourself this time. ever since i join this outlet, i've been setting records man. first the lowest results on customer snapshot, and now this. woo~ not to mention i'm constantly forgetting to hand in work schedule on time, resulting in ... drumroll~ a total of 24 hours worked last month! T.T

i need the money. i need to study. i also need a brain-break or time to chill out without crashing the next day. how? how to fight time and physical limits? God~~~ haha.. but it's through these times that i really begin to relish my time alone with God - really stopping & getting into God's presence. surprisingly, i'm not reduced to tears of recrimination & self-beat-me-ups. bouncing back from this 2nd verbal warning over my cash register problems... fingers crossed that before i quit voluntarily, i won't be asked to leave cos of anymore screw ups!!!

on top of this, tonight's too hot to sleep. hence my writing this post so i won't be tossing abt w these unspoken rants in my head keeping me awake. well ta and may you guys not experience this kinda 'excitement' and unnecessary drama in your life. T.T

simple life... where are you... you you...

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