Saturday, November 21, 2009 | 11:35 PM
So what if i got to stand the whole day feeling tired and sick of this job?
So what if i have to handle unreasonable customers that yelled at me when it's not my fault?
So what if customers insist of trying another colour of a top that i can't find, and she was actually holding the size she wants but in another colour but refused to try that first?
So what when i got eat only bread or small meals for second break just because i am too tired after opening so many cartons of stocks?
So what if i got squeeze the train with the 09s every weekend night after a day's work?
So what if i met those girls who talk, can't stop her head from moving, and resuting her ponytail swinging towards on the book i was reading?
So what if i have to walk the dark pathway all the way from Chinese Garden?
I know dad will be at home waiting for me to come back!
After talking to wz for 36mins,felt so much better. Thanks for that! :D
After watching some bo liao news with dad for 15mins with less than 10sentences, made me feel that,all those above don't really matter anymore.
Shit, i am 20yrs old already and yet still a daddy's girl, but hello, who cares?
this morning i told dad,' pa, no more jam liao.'
' what jam? ok, i will buy later.'
'the strawberry or blueberry de lor.'
'peanut one leh?'
'still have what,one big and one small there.'
'okay, later i buy.'
10hours later, i saw a big tin of orange jam and one small blueberry jam on the dining table and dad did not inform me that he has bought it.
Love you papapapapapapa~~
BANANESE.
