Chapter.
Yu-ya from Rhetoric.
ITP is
shit.
I am
still unclear of my job roster because my off-day was
supposedly only
Monday and now in the roster that my manager sent me, my off-day is on
Sunday. I'm supposed to travel between two branches. Bloody hell.
My transport fees
exceeds my pathetic salary of $450 per month.
I'm now sick and resting at home. Or else I have
no chance to rest at all.
And my lecturer gives me extra work
DURING ITP.
Great.This holiday is
hell.
Listening to: ViViD- Feast of the moon.
夜. || 12:24 AM