When the Weather is Fine- Thirsty Merc

I know that sometime
When the weather is fine
I will be with you
I’ll be with you
No one can see
What the future will be
But I’ll feel for you
I’ll feel for you.

i've been feeling severely drained the past week, with the deadlines that finally ended yesterday. i'm never going to do things last minute again.

the fatal mistake of:
insufficent rest + last minute stress + Friday evening shift at F&B + staying out (with a little bit of alcohol and the lack of real exercise)= BAD

sometimes i think i may have been adopted, because i'm so different from the rest of my family. they don't do these things.

well, besides my dad i suppose, but he doesn't count now.

i'm spending saturday night working, and i irritated the shit out of everybody at work yesterday because i didn't know i had to pack the food myself when customers want to takeaway, there weren't enough spoons to go around for the soup so i asked the manager if i could use plastic ones, and he told me to go wait at the dishwasher, then there was something wrong with the stupid order thing and when i bugged the manager, i realised i just had to press one button.

and of course i kept knocking into people, so much so that eventually i was rather annoyed with myself. i'm actually quite a useless person when it comes to practical work.

i tell myself that it's good experience, but things will be a lot better if i weren't so concerned with proving to my mother that i'm not a 3-minute-patience person, because then i'll quit this very second.

it'll be nice to have an arm around me now.

I blogged @ 3:08 PM