i have no life.
i wonder why others can slack so much while i'm slogging away.
heard we're doing the same kind of job yeah?
i'd rather they pay me by the no. of days than the no. of hours just so that i won't have to rush everything through
and i have more time
without needing to rush.
am so tensed up throughout the whole time i'm starting to think whether it's worth it.
the measly pay, the far, far away location and the pressure.
plus the apparent neglect, or maybe even dislike by your colleagues.
(hey it's temporary, but still.)
i hope the three weeks will end soon.
i suddenly think the template is too bright for my liking.
so much for the nights with time squeezed out to do it.
haven felt tired enough to want to fall asleep on a public transport for a long time.
and yes, am feeling it now.
sigh.
p.s.:
by the way,
i've never liked sleeping on public transport because of the simple fear of missing my stop.
and of cab drivers taking you the long way because you won't notice.
(since u're like knocked out and all.)
yeahh.
paranoia?
maybe.
