Today, I had a bad call centre day, period. I dunno whether it's just the exhaustion or is it the influx amount of calls or is it the management whom cannot be relied on. Or maybe it's all of the above.

So, what is the cure for bad days? Listening to cheesy happy pop songs and singing to your hearts content.

I think I shall come down to doing it tomorrow. Somehow. No matter how hard it is for me to voice it out. I hope I made the right choice. But like kamy, I am but a coward. Oh wells. But still, I refuse to acknowledge that I am leaving because of my inability, instead it's of the hours which I find may not be suitable.

Urgh, I really can't visualise what I'm going to do in future. I might as well just kiss the degree which I plan to take goodbye if I were to look at it financially.

Anyway, tomorrow will be the start of dikir training again. I hate working saturdays. Hehe.

I can't wait for wahana chalet and cpf barbeque.
Ohhh and it's someone big day on sunday.
Bleahhh im tirreedddd.

Ohh blame it on myself. I'll blame it on the weatherman.