to work.to be a employed, to be a labor.
seriously.you got to be kidding me.

who says it was easy when you STILL have to smile and serve your customer even when they OBVIOUSLY just said that you're stupid and treat you as you know no English at all, but you're actually an English major?
it was not EASY to serve the customer that makes you wanna giggle all the time when they wear,erm, no offense, but an OUTSTANDING color boots with flare cut jeans, with serious problem with the t-shirt color. Gwrr! and guess what, she was trying to buy some cute knitted pink cardigan with a plaid gown for her daughter which was SO NOT MATCH! what to do? boss was glaring and making me flustered when he said; "wo! nice,suitable for your child" or should i say; only care for money she spent? GWRR! i couldn't just let another fashion terrorist walking down the alley, right guys? tskk!
who says it was easy when you're working with a OCPD-Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder and DID-Dissociative Identity Disorder. like hell, where am I? Mental Hospital? haiyaaaaaaaaa!
who says it was easy when your boss is like some serious anti-government activist. like he bought Sinar Harian everyday and blablah blabbering about politic, DAILY! takott. and he even asked me, "hohh, you Farah selaku mace pelajaa laa, demo raso guano, betul ko keraje'e ni membantu?"
aku sengih mcm kerang busuk geleng, PELAJAR TAK BOLEH TERLIIBAT DENGAN AKTIVITI POLITIK. *tk tahu nk reply ape. "doh tuu,you dok belajaa psal politik, gapo you ni, pelajaa gapo gini" gwrr! spooky huh? all you want to do is work, yet, your work is answering political questions.
man, seriously. it WASN'T EASY. Wake up every morning with the same old uniform and the same smell of coffee for breakfast. forcing every tiny mitochondria in the body to work for another day. yes, i felt it and now, i'm giving my fullest respect to all workers. You're SUPERCOOL~ *bjet aryni Labor Day jeaa.hua3.


