Day 6
I've been MIA from my temp job for 6 days and not one person has yet to call to ask if I'm really sick, dying or applying for other jobs online so I don't have to wake up at 6am every damned morning. Oh dear lord, take me away from this misery.
You know when I initially applied for this temp job, I was super excited cos it was a statutory board company and I was feeling all powerful. But then, when I turned up for my first day of work, I realized this was a company mass producing young adults who will need a textbook to refer to when asked What do you like to do for fun? Dang, top-bred bitches.
I've been whining to Wani Dian Rafi and mother about how I hate working here and it escalated to me complaining on how I don't want to work anymore! Get a me rich handsome and loving man to marry me who'd shower with love and affection, and to let my take showers with his dollar bills! Ahhh dreams~
Oh look! Rafi just called, bye bye dream? Oops, hehehe.
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