Job is depriving me of sleep. First day of work today, after this sudden lobang from Danny last night about 1plus am. i was overwhelmed that im moving my butt and start working that i couldn't sleep last night. So i have to start work at 9am and it was alrdy 2am when i try to get to sleep. Unfortunately, falling asleep seems unachievable for a Rip Van Winkle like me. I did 100 Sit ups, leg exercise, toss and turn, im still very awake. Gladys text me at around 3am wanting to meet me for breakfast. Knowing that it was impossible to sleep, i decided to meet her at 6am. so for the next 3 hours, i just lay on my bed with eyes widely open. Met her for breakfast in the morning and off to work with zzy.
It ain't any easy job (assembling display stands for fossil, drilling, screwing, hammering) but the pay is good. Too good to be true in fact, i guess that's what motivates zzy and i to press on. Patrick the boss (haha, sounds like patrick star), who has this thick moustache is the nicest boss i've ever seen. Fetch staffs to work, help out with the manufacturing process, clears the rubbish, flexible with the working hours, take care of staff's lunch and dinner. There's almost no status between the staffs and him. I wrote almost no, meaning of course there still must be some basic respect present.
So basically, i didn't sleep at night and yet i have to carry heavy piles of wood, drill them, screw them, arrange them the next day. Im so proud of myself, like some super heroine. I can endure all this tough jobs, but its just that i hate eye bags. Damn awful please, and mine is like ALWAYS obvious kind. I think i need to turn in soon, or else i'll be like a walking zombie tomorrow. Good-the-night. (:
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