Like f***ing red. Argh! Sore eyes, please go away! If not, at work, shall I sway!

I need to egging blog! About my shitty work.

We're lending our staffs to other outlets. A couple of outlets are opening soon. Now is vacation. WHAT THE FUCK IS GONNA HAPPEN ONCE WE, THE POLYTECHNIC STUDENTS, ARE GONNA RESUME THEIR STUDIES? ALL THE TRAINEES ARE NOT GONNA STAY AT CLEMENTI, Y'KNOW? Ok. Done, voiced out my annoying opinion. No, but honestly, for fuck's sake, you can't expect us to keep taking your shift. The moment you join, you're supposed to be committed already. The schedule that's fucking planned AND given by and to you, please stick to it lha! You know the risks of working with having kids to take care of. I'm not saying you should neglect them but I'm not saying you should be paying attention either. Consider yourself lucky that I'm still nice enough to take over. Consider yourself VERY lucky that's still the vacation. But oh, what the fuck. I'm going back to my old company to help out a tad bit. Know what that means? 2 fucking jobs. Please, refrain yourself from asking me already. Sick and tired of the shitty excuses of husband and kid. If your husband can't manage, are we suppose to manage it somehow? If your kids are giving problems, are we the fucking solution?

Go to hell.

I should have declined.