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| It's tiring me out mentally and physically, everything. I wish I didn't have to work but I don't see myself having much choice. I'm afraid I'll start losing passion for something I hold so dearly to me. Slowly but surely, the fire in me will be extinguished. I'm beginning to lose myself, it's not a great feeling at all.
One more thing, I need to chuck the Queensland trip aside, I won't be part of the tour team.
Me: Mommy, am I still going to Queensland? 2nd deposit is due tomorrow.
Mom: No. I can't believe you're still thinking about it.
14 players and 6 shadows to go initially, they could only get 10, and that's the minimum. If I back out now, it'd be 9 which is quite a pathetic number for a team. I don't want the tour to be cancelled because of me, it would be so unfair to those who are already set on going.
Giving up is the last option on my mind, but I can't help but feel that way now. | | |
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A question that has been bugging me for months. Should I convert to Livejournal? Y/N?
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Being no stranger to the retail sector, F&B's a lot more tedious with its zagazillion standard of protocols to follow. To make sure I was prepared to deal with difficult customers, I spent the first hour of work flipping through the menu trying to understand what those alienic Japanese terms mean. Darn, I knew I should have paid more attention when Japan Hour showed. The worst part? Is having to stare at those yummy food while your stomach's growling away at the same time. Hate it when more than half the quantity's wasted, it tempts to finish them when I clear up but it'd be so gross if I did. 
The best part of work was when Adin, Loga, Shery, Claudia, Marcus Teo and Joel Silva popped by to visit, I got so distracted I slackened off. HAHA.  | | |
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Too many things to handle - coming exams, fund-raising, family, work. Ironic how women are said to be awesome in multitasking, I'm struggling with that. The uncertainties, the uncleared doubts and the worries are suffocating me, like a huge blob I cannot release myself from. As much as I hate it, I know I should take a break from touch, maybe till after the exams.
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