raoul ladies paragon.

i have officially a love-hate relationship with my job. the people are great but, the work sucks. HAHA. and, at least the people there have looks.

and, i know meiwen, that my uniform looks kinda ridiculous on me, but, i just got it that day, and you really caught me at such a bad time. you know what? let's have lunch some time. anws, at least it's better than you! HAHA. JOBLESS.

and, yeah, part timers have this really huge polo tee, or maybe only me, and, the little space they call a storeroom is driving me nuts and that the big bosses are slavedrivers who randoly check on us almost everyday, et cetra et cetra; but at least there's love going around, really great people to work with. and, i'm not counting the idiotic and irritating customers who on an average of trying six to eight shirts hardly buy or only get one and i have to fold/iron/vacuum/wipe/button/etc and they have a lousy system and my timetable is all rocked and messy and, i think i k=no longer have any systematic or correct timetable or whatever, at least i'm having a lil fun!

-not that i'm complaining or anything.

loveloves.
i'm superduper drained.