I've been crazily dreaming of not working for a second. Dream finally came true! Or not. I'm due to report to work again during March holidays to help my boss out. It's already eight months working with my boss! It felt like it's only been a month though. I do really enjoy working with my boss (despite the workload and responsibilities). It's a decision to be made; to continue or not. Life decisions.
I was way too over-excited on my 'last' day of work that I took my ocbc cheque, wrote my posb account behind, walked to ocbc bank (after walking to dbs bank) and happily deposited my cheque. What the fuck right! Seriously, this could be the stupidest mistake I've made in my whole life. Hold on, I only realized this after one week. Fuck.
Here I thought life without work can be much more relaxing. Waking up at ten/eleven a.m. every morning and the whole study-study-study routine starts. Seriously, every evening I tell my parents, 'How can it be 6.30 p.m. already?' Time is too short for me to catch up with what I've been missing.
Oh, worse still, this bf got me hooked on Poker, so I've been channeling my extra time to the game. Getting all sorts of stalkers on the net, and even one of them managed to hunt down my Facebook. Seriously, someone needs to teach me how to 'up' my stalking skills too.
That's pretty much how my first week of non-work goes.
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