Dec 17, 2005 17:59
Oh my god, I am so tired from work. Last night, I closed our stall at 12 midnight, proceeded to the secret warehouse to get more inventory for our stalls, fixed the ECOLA (Something cost of allowance required by the government to minimum wage earners), computed sales, counted how many bills of each amount were.. etc. etc.
I am going to die.
I just realized that I have a very short temper and when it comes to work, when I get stressed out, I don't like talking much. I'd rather be left alone to think about the responsibilities I have to do. Last night, my dad called me suplada because I was being cranky. After that I realized, if I worked for someone else, I probably would be very feisty and I would need some space like how stalkers aren't allowed to come near their victims at a certain distance.
Hay. Some people can be so mukhang pera, it's totally driving me insane! Ahhhhh... I mean it's one thing to work for money, but it's another thing to go absurd and count everything to the last cent. I want to kill you. Yes you mister! *Bang bang*
Anyways, I still hope I can see you guys before Christmas hits, because after that it's over. Fireworks season will totally become more competitive and I have to be in our stall everyday to help with the sales and make sales talk with all the customers.
I want to go to sleep now, but I still have a Christmas dinner to go to. I hope I get there alive.