what if the time stops ticking at 8:58 PM
Dear Diary.
i hate my job so bad. i hate it so much. i'm going to resign tomorrow. (let's out a HUMONGOUS sigh) did not get a chance to post after i started work. so i'm going to do it now. i absolutely abhor the environment and the people there. i mean, data entry is a simple task. but what the heck. i have to answer phone calls. have to do my colleague's job. HELLO! the newspaper specifically said DATA ENTRY CLERK. to hell you go la. i'm not told when my lunch break is. i'm not told when i go home. only when i picked up my courage to ask. then i realised. pffft. stupid me sat there hurrying to finish my work. i'm given stacks of work which include a thick file of data, catalogues, etc. and i always have to help my colleague print barcode labels. tons and TONS of them. give me a break man.
you know, the place there is so damn oo-looo. and filthy. there are huge ants crawling INSIDE the fridge. houseflies flying around the canteen. when i lunch, i find ants and houseflies attacking my food, spoiling my appetite. in the office my limbs gets attacked by mosquitoes. and the mouths of my superior(s)? FILTHY. i always thought bosses were refined. my view CHANGED. they keep scolding vulgarites and they never stop telling the workers off. as though they're perfect. imbeciles. majority of the people there are malaysian chinese. and there are who seem like filipinos. there's this age-gap and language barrier there. i cant interact with anyone there.
today at work, i felt pretty lousy. i had the urge to cry and i tried hard to hold back my tears. but i couldn't control them. and started crying. thankfully, i sit facing the wall. in small little space. i reached for my tissue and quickly wiped my tears. then at lunch, i called kylie and cried again. my god. hopeless right? i know. i feel like a crybaby. maybe i am. hmm. anyhow, my parents reminded me to leave at 6 on the dot. don't let them eat into my time, 'cause i dont get paid for OT. so, i finished typing my stuff. and wanted to pack up to leave, when my colleague came over with papers in her hand. DANG! i thought. SO MANY BARCODE LABELS TO PRINT. i rushed like crazy. wth. sickening people. my mom says they are exploiting me. are they? argh. i have to resign tomorrow. i HOPE tomorrow is my last day there. but chances are, i have to stay for another week.
i overheard my manager talking on the phone. she was telling the other party how busy she was and how empty the office was since so many people left. (it isn't really empty and she did'nt look busy at all, most of the time she was laughing like nobody's business)
my lower back hurts so much. no thanks to the solid hard chair. they get comfy chairs while i get this small and HARD chair. as though the chair's made out of plastic wrapped in leather. hur. what happened to worker's welfare?! omg. the more i rant, the more frustrated i get. with my fingers crossed. (and everything other thing that can be crossed) i wish, i wish, i wish that i can quit on the spot tomorrow. AHHH!
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