The Ripped Soul

Wasted. Again.

No, I didn't vomit on myself, or in the club, or in the cab.

But man, I feel like I'm spinning around like crazy right now. No shit.

Work has been insane at Bedok.

Firstly, we're busier than TMP, secondly, I'm trying to pick up as MUCH as I possibly can squeeze in my dead brain.

It's a WAY lot different from whatever I learnt in TMP.. and that sucks, because I'm very customized to using the "type-in" method instead of the normal keying in using the buttons.

Also, Kat's strictly by the book, so working together with another strict kancheong spider... not necessarily is a bad thing.. but it isn't a good thing either.

Like earlier she nearly fought with me over the large f/c upgrade.

I got so annoyed I raised my voice at her.

And my no.3? Hah.

Okay, I know he's trying, he sets and he runs the food - sure.

He's also doing appreciation cards instead of SETTING the tables or getting the beers done.

So fucking frustrating.

Never felt like my mind could explode... it nearly did. Not surprised if there's complaints or whatever the fuck there might be.

I know I screwed up hardcore.

Voiding, wrong key ins, forgetting the cheques in the brinks bag...

Fuck me.

Helen was telling me she's unhappy working with BJ.. I don't blame her. They let her do everything! She does everything! Even when I want to TRY and help her, she says I'm too slow, let her do it, she's faster - and when she does everything, I feel bad. I feel incompetent. They want me there as the no.2, but there are people like Helen there that's BETTER than me!

It adds to the stress.

You suck, Jess.

Clubbed after with Vic, Rick, Alan, Rita, Rob, Andy, Ivan, Cris, Isha and a couple others.

I kept drinking and smoking non stop.

All I could think of was you.

Man, did it hurt.

The more it hurt, the more I drank. And it got fun towards the end...

Dancing with Rita in the toilet, dancing with the bar girls, with Isha and Melv's gf.

Fun had to get over though. Work later at 10...

I'm fucked.