Today is the third and the last of my off days.And to think about working,going back to the same routine tomorrow evening is no fun.I hate working,no matter how interesting my job seems to others,or how much free time i am privelleged,I still dread it.I dread the long and straight journey to work.I dread the unfriendly colleagues i am going to meet,and most of all i dread the loneliness i sometimes face due to my lack of social skills.
Now then,why in the world did i get this job as a customer service officer,knowing jolly well that i do not know how to interact well?
Well,shit does happen sometimes.
However,I do not regret getting this job.I enjoy the perks of it.I enjoy the random off days because its something you look forward to and it can happen on any day.The uniform cuts half of the time getting ready,cos you dont have to sit on the bed and stare at the pathetic collection of clothes that you own,and then pick one of it to wear after a good half an hour.
I have nothing much to complain anyway(except for the occassional foot aches,thanks to the heels),and even if i do,there is nothing in which all the grumbles and whinings can do since im bound by two bloody years.
So I would have to suck it up and hope that the two years would pass as quickly as when you are having fun,etc:my off days.
BIG BIG BIG DOUBLE TRIPLE SIGH!
