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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

smiling.

since it's already past midnight,

work yesterday was awesome.

i was working the 11am to 7pm shift, which eventually became the 11am to 11pm shift, with me working the last four hours without pay. well, i wasnt exactly working those four hours. i stayed back because they told me to! and since my co-workers are just so insane and funny, i thought, why not? we were talking like we were the only ones in the outlet, shouting here and there without even thinking about the remaining customers. crude remarks and expletives galore. we really failed to control our mouths. but hey, i didnt say any bad words! i'm a good boy. :P it was hilarious. i also had to teach the new trainee, and i kinda 'bullied' him. sorry! hahaha.

of course, days like these are rare because it's usually this crazy only when the assistant manager is with us. she's more easygoing and way less strict than the manager. it can be fun with the manager, but not on today's scale. in fact, it can get kinda scary sometimes with her. one mistake and you'd be shouted at. with bell, the asst manager, she'd normally only say "我要砍人了..." with a half-smile. (which means, literally, "i wanna hack someone to pieces already". LOL. that someone being me.)

really, the only actual reason i am still working is because of all my new friends there. i remember going to work feeling like shit sometime last week because i felt so alone. then came along a swell co-worker of mine, and things really brightened up.

but i wonder, will this new found friendship with them last when i stop working? i hope so, because they really, really know how to make me laugh...

...and i dont think you'd want to know what i had to do for a gingerbread man free of charge. lol!

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