It's a terrible day at work today. I was so flustered by everything that at the end of the day, all I wanted to do was sprawl myself on the floor and do something as effortless as folding boxes (which Andris and I did). It was like I was too tired to even get my ass out of the shop and since we've got some time to kill, why the hell not!

It was supposedly the shortest shift but it felt so long. Besides the streams of crowd, there is the human CCTV all around me and it's stifling and unnecessary. Unnecessary because I know what I ought to do, you don't have to tell me. And it's my last shift with Andris (technically because she's going on an uber long holiday to Bangkok and then to Cambodia) but where traditions are concerned, self-made hair ribbons are a must!

Grabbed supper after work and I don't even know what to think. I was hungry (even hungrier than I usually was) but I just couldn't eat because my brain is killing my appetite. Thanks brain, you totally killed Mission Mass Gain. It was infested and congested and I hate crowds, period.

And as if I needed anymore problems, I am currently almost uncontactable. So that means a daily dose of miscommunication problems that can potentially lead to conflicts and tension. I can smell it!