Well I'm going through the second week of my new job. not really new already now.
Totally a brand new experience to me I have so many stories to tell.
Everything is fine except of the fact that the weekend is not here yet.
Everything is fine except of the fact that the weekend is not here yet.
Jobscope of my very first working day: read newspaper and files, be awesome and fong gong.
Oh, they even prepared department lunch/birthday lunch for me and yu jia.
I was really one lucky bitch. I thought.
I was really one lucky bitch. I thought.
Everything was fine. Till entering the 3rd week. I met the worst person ever in my peaceful life.
EVER. IN MY 23 YEARS OF LIFE.
Damn fucking miss my life as a student.
Have I ever mentioned growing up sucks?
Well, now its even more suck balls.
9 has just became the number I hate the most and 6 is my favorite number now. what the fuck.
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