sick and alone in hall again
bah.
last night was a riot. my nose was rioting! it was new year's eve for goodness sake and i never even had a drop of alcohol! argh! it was a good day of business for both outlets at robertson walk as we hit the target! there's gonna be some celebration dinner for us coming up!
back to new year's eve at outlet o, i pretty much scared customers off sneezing and blowing my nose away! the runny nose didn't start out that bad but the smoky environment kinda worsened it. i looked so ugly and felt awfully miserable. :(
damn it.
instead of ending work at 4am, i ended work at 2am cos the head was pounding, the nose was leaking, the throat hurting and just awful. but i didn't want to waste money cabbing back to hall so i spent like a good 3 hours waiting for transport, half dozing off, watching colleagues drink while i dozed off with ooi.
i would like to think that i'm not alone out there. but sometimes, i really feel so.
i could pass you on the street without saying a word.
most times, i miss the voice that comes unheard.
last night was a riot. my nose was rioting! it was new year's eve for goodness sake and i never even had a drop of alcohol! argh! it was a good day of business for both outlets at robertson walk as we hit the target! there's gonna be some celebration dinner for us coming up!
back to new year's eve at outlet o, i pretty much scared customers off sneezing and blowing my nose away! the runny nose didn't start out that bad but the smoky environment kinda worsened it. i looked so ugly and felt awfully miserable. :(
damn it.
instead of ending work at 4am, i ended work at 2am cos the head was pounding, the nose was leaking, the throat hurting and just awful. but i didn't want to waste money cabbing back to hall so i spent like a good 3 hours waiting for transport, half dozing off, watching colleagues drink while i dozed off with ooi.
i would like to think that i'm not alone out there. but sometimes, i really feel so.
i could pass you on the street without saying a word.
most times, i miss the voice that comes unheard.
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