Here it comes again, the Great Singapore Sale.. time to spend money and get broke within hours. Tons and tons to buy and time for us Versace ppl to make lots of money, can't say it's going as well as before, but hey, it's still early. I'll finally be leaving my job in August to let someone else hire my services. No more sales though I don't think my flat fat feet can take anymore of my weight 11 hours a day 5 days a week. I don't even have time for my friends and family and Eddy, not to mention Capoeira class and I really need the exercise since I'm lagging behind everyone else who joined later than me. Oh well, now I know how badly I suck at it :(.
P.S. I still haven't mastered the handstand and defenses. I spin wildly while doing turn kicks, cause little earthquakes doing mild acrobatics, get kicked mercilessly cos I didn't block and after all those mind numbing crunches and push-ups I still haven't the strength to maintain or even do some of those basic moves. Hippos shall not be gymnasts. However, even with the once a week practice, I'm able to tone up a little, not the 'wah you look fit' type but the 'you look like a WWE wrestler' type according to the dry cleaning delivery guy.
I can't wait to leave this job, it's taking its toll on me. You're supposed to like what you're doing not loathe it to the balls. You know how it is, unable to wake up to get ready for that long day and the bones not getting younger are aching and creaking. And if sales people have fucked up jobs entertaining rude people and smiling through their endless complains, some have to work till midnight not us but other shops closing every last Friday of the month. We had one last Friday and it was a major flop, just like the rest of the other midnight shopping we participated in before. Cor we love working from 10:30 a.m. till 11 pm standing in heels and rushing about getting stocks from people who do not intend to buy anything but just try cos it's Friday and it's too early to hit the clubs. Lucky for us, it's a rare occasion for this silly thing. Man, I wonder what crap job I'll end up with next, knowing my luck, it'll probably get me less than $2000 and I'll suck at it. Somehow I always end up sucking at something I like. Thank goodness I'm not a doctor.
There's always New Zealand and my graduation to look forward to in August... 2 more months to go, I'll hate leaving the ppl there, but I do hate the job. Pray for me man..
P.S. I still haven't mastered the handstand and defenses. I spin wildly while doing turn kicks, cause little earthquakes doing mild acrobatics, get kicked mercilessly cos I didn't block and after all those mind numbing crunches and push-ups I still haven't the strength to maintain or even do some of those basic moves. Hippos shall not be gymnasts. However, even with the once a week practice, I'm able to tone up a little, not the 'wah you look fit' type but the 'you look like a WWE wrestler' type according to the dry cleaning delivery guy.
I can't wait to leave this job, it's taking its toll on me. You're supposed to like what you're doing not loathe it to the balls. You know how it is, unable to wake up to get ready for that long day and the bones not getting younger are aching and creaking. And if sales people have fucked up jobs entertaining rude people and smiling through their endless complains, some have to work till midnight not us but other shops closing every last Friday of the month. We had one last Friday and it was a major flop, just like the rest of the other midnight shopping we participated in before. Cor we love working from 10:30 a.m. till 11 pm standing in heels and rushing about getting stocks from people who do not intend to buy anything but just try cos it's Friday and it's too early to hit the clubs. Lucky for us, it's a rare occasion for this silly thing. Man, I wonder what crap job I'll end up with next, knowing my luck, it'll probably get me less than $2000 and I'll suck at it. Somehow I always end up sucking at something I like. Thank goodness I'm not a doctor.
There's always New Zealand and my graduation to look forward to in August... 2 more months to go, I'll hate leaving the ppl there, but I do hate the job. Pray for me man..
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