Always rushing.
Yes I just caught Pirates and yes it was a good show.
But no I'm not in a good mood right now so don't come bugging me.
In any case, my sister's flying off to Shenyang in a couple of hours' time and I kinda think I'll be missing that little fart pretty much. 9 days. Gosh, I never spent more than a week away from her before. I can't imagine not having anyone to disturb for the next 9 days, not having anyone to whine/complain/bitch/cry to for the next 9 days. I hope she'll be fine by herself there. Well, I know she will, she's always been strong and smart. But maybe, just not independant yet. But I know she will be.
I'm trying not to go to bed now so I won't oversleep and miss her flight.
But hell no, I'm not in a good mood seriously.
And when you're in a lousy mood, everything's shitty.
I was fine about not knowing my work schedule right up to the very fucking last minute. But now that I'm in a bad mood, I kinda feel like ringing Julianna up now and screaming the fuck out of her. FUCK IT WHY DO I HAVE TO WAIT TILL THE WEEK ITSELF BEFORE I KNOW MY SCHEDULE?!
Right I understand that she's busy with the fair, roadshows and what-have-yous. But that doesn't really give them an excuse to leave the schedules to the last fucking minute. If you wanna plan one schedule, why can't you plan all? What, I'm the last minute is it? The back-up employee is it? The one to fit into any empty slot is it?
FUCK YOU MAN. I wish I could quit. I wish my interest for the job isn't so intense. I wish my conscience would allow me to scream I QUIT in front of your stupid faces.
Really, I'm in a fucking lousy mood so stay away from me.
I mean it.
Cookies and cream, Regi @11:51 PM