oh erm…
hrm… i have been busy lately, what with exams and stuff, to update this site. i am probably more active on livejournal now because i have the option of choosing who i want to show my entries to. as such, i have taken off the plugin for connecting this site with that. it’s not that i am being deliberately secretive, however, since i am also posting up pictures of me and my work place, i have to make sure the people i show are the people i want to show to, and not just some randoms on the internet.
add in a couple of stalkers, and retard fucks, i really prefer letting only people i know, or semi know, see the rest of the people involved in my life.
moving along though!
my classmate, Emma, and i were chatting at her cafe in belco yesterday. so she was just grumbling about how short handed she was, and while she was glad they got rid of a prick that they didn’t like (but didn’t dare fire coz he reminded them of the little street punks back in china with lotsa “connections”), she was afraid of being overwhelmed. somewhere in mid discussion, i mentioned i don’t mind helping her if she’s really short handed. paid or not, i really didn’t care. it’s just a couple of hours anyways.
somewhere later last night, she msn-ed me, asking if i could come in and work today for her, prior to my classes, so i just said ok and turned up early and just worked. suddenly, our mutual classmate basically told me, “so how’s your first day here?”
“eh? just for today what… they are short today…”
“no, ems said that you be working for them permanently… as a casual, through out summer or something…”
“eh… !??! how come i don’t know?!?!” YA! how is it that all these important things flew past my head?!?!
now i suddenly felt cornered LOL… i have no shoes meant for this place. i mean, i have black boots, but… it’s not exactly work cover-alls. secondly, they are paying me 10 bux per hour, cash. it’s not bad money, considering that after taxes, at minimum wages, i had probably get the same. however, i had prefer a little more dough, coz i really really want to go home. at that rate, unless i am working 8 hours a day for them, for 40 days straight, i won’t be really having the excess money to go home and splurge on my parents.
Finally… it’s going to be awkward if i don’t want to work for them any more or something 
how?!?!
