a breath of freedom

sorry for the lack of updates. there isn’t much to report anyways, other than the usual job bitchings, and the fact that i am still working on a huge pile of essays. i have decided that sundays should be time to enjoy, aside from churchings, and therefore tried to get out as much as possible on sundays.

 

which of course got me stranded last sunday at the mall since the bus services stopped.

 

and the weather had started turning cold.

 

At any rate, work today proves to be a break from the pile of work. to be honest, i was going to call in sick so i could finish my essay. it was getting down on me, and i wanted to just throw things at the monitor. to make things worse, my net entirely died today. nothing could resucsitate it till now, for some odd reason. because we actually hit our cap, the net was terribly unstable the whole day, and just…

 

poof.

 

but finally, i decided to call it quits. mysteriously, the fact that my net died made me terribly agitated. i couldn’t concentrate on my essay, clicking on the stupid repair network button every few seconds to ensure it’s not trying to live, and it wasn’t me who was suppressing it’s activity.

 

so i walked out and walk off right to work.

 

Aly was working tonight, one of the rare chances i see her now at work since our timetables clash. lizzy, who mysteriously disappeared over the busy weekend nights, finally reappeared with another… mysterious story. to be honest, her stories in such a climate, isn’t very far fetch. but a combination of all these far fetch stories is finally getting to me. i am tired of it, seriously. when ever she does not turn up for work, even if it’s an off chance, she has a GREAT excuse that is, more often than not, believable here, but not easily proven.

 

a few months ago, she claimed she couldn’t turned up for work coz her boyfriend abused her, and she got into trouble with him because of their working hours.

 

then it was coz she hit her head with the shower head and passed out.

 

then it was because she lost her wallet and phone the night before in a bar, and had no clue where or how to get to work.

 

now she claims that she got her drinks heavily spiked while out at a bar, and was knocked out for 2 days, re appeared in a place she didn’t know where, didn’t really see anyone, didn’t know what happened, nothing. on the one hand, i was worried. does she knew any possibilities from that night? police? anything?

 

on the other hand though, this is like the 4th or 5th time where she had mysterious long periods of disappearance and reappearance with a sob story.

 

with her disappearance, there’s always a strain on the existing staff. admittedly, i should be more worried than bitching about her. considering the amount of “plausible” excuses though, i am suddenly… immuned to it. i didn’t feel anything, other than ask her the usual “omg, wth” reaction was all i could muster. the weekend past was not only long, tiring, tedious, but filled with the usual jerks that comes with every service industry, except they are the ones you serve, not you abuse.

 

so when i walked out of the restaurant tonight, i had absoutlutely no feelings towards her “predicament” she had “endured” because i just don’t know anymore. i have been reading about spiked drinks in australia. they are common, and people are trying to fight them. but, like the usual skeptics, how am i to know someone is not using those “stories” as an attention seeking method? 

 

then again, i don’t really have to care. i ain’t the management you know.

 

with all those thoughts in my mind, i didn’t have the time to worry about my assignment till work ended. i must say, that was a good break. now,

 

back to work. 

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