"Show me the light, at the end of the tunnel."

I'm so sick of everything in my life right now.
Including blogging.

So I don't know why,
I'm still sitting here at the computer,
Instead of going to bed.
Afterall,
I gotta work full shift tomorrow.

But because I have a rotten memory,
(And getting worse with every passing year)
I need to blog so that I can remember,
What I did the week before.
And so on and so forth.

The thought of going to work tomorrow,
Fills me with dread.
The place is governed by draconian laws,
And the big boss is always dropping by,
To spy on us.

Here are some examples,
Of the archaic rules we have to abide by:
You have to look busy at all times,
Even though there's not a single soul in the mall.
Even if it means folding the same stack of clothes,
For the tenth frigging time.

That means you can't even have a few seconds to space out.

And everyone has to be strategically located in the shop.
Cannot have 2 people standing at the same place,
Even if your colleague needs help or whatever.
Let's say,
You're arranging some accessories behind the counter,
And your colleague comes by to get something.
You have like half a second to bolt,
Before someone starts scolding.

Duh.
As if we're like poles on magnets,
That automatically repel each other,
Whenever we come close.

Then here comes the next best part.
We are "encouraged",
Sorry, make that coerced,
To stand at the front,
And try to pull customers into the shop.

Oh god.
That's damn sia suay loh.
I'm not working at Geylang for god's sake.
And in my eyes,
That's tantamount to harassment.

And they're always playing techno music.

So this guy,
Whom I'm on pretty good terms with,
Brought some Coldplay and Travis cds,
And the both of us were very pleased for a while.

But everyone else complained.
So that was the end of that.

Okay.
Suddenly I feel a lot better after all this ranting.
And you can't help but feel cheery,
When you have to wear brightly-colored polos everyday.

It was my day off anyway.
I decided to go to town for a bit,
(And ended up buying another striped shirt)
Because I'm so sick of the place I work at,
And I desperately need a change of environment.

There's nothing to buy at that lousy mall loh.
So I ended up buying hair products instead.



Nothing expensive though.
Some sucked, some are decent,
But my favourite is the Spiking Glue.

I've not been putting much stuff on my hair,
Because of the helmet that I wear,
So I've forgotten how much fun it is,
To experiment with styling products.

But I just bought a couple of helmet liners,
So I can start having fun again!
Actually it's not very fun,
Because the helmet flattens your hair,
So either way, you won't have much of a hairdo.

Sometimes I really feel like giving up my bike.
Not because I want to gel my hair nicely,
But cos I'm sick and tired,
Of all the sick and inconsiderate drivers out there.

Read about the bastard cabbie,
Who intentionally swerved into the lane of a motorcylist,
Causing the latter's death?

Well,
I met someone like that yesterday.
I think he was centimeters away from hitting me.

I've had my fair share of near-accidents,
But that one was too close for comfort.