Something not Lasting

Got an first official full time job in life.

Working with Australian airline.

I must say, every budget airline sucks.

Wonder if Air Asia is any better.

Maybe not.

The more policies there are, the more yellings there are.

But nothing is perfect.

I just hate the tight schedule.

Anyway, I think I'm going to quit soon.

This is going to be a long self discovery road.

I hate that when things you don't want to see or know the most, they keep showing up.

Numbers, even all the states' names give me goosebumps.

I'm not proud of myself that I can remember the agent code, the state & city codes.

Even if my Geography improves.

This is where you learn to handle situations.

By learning how to lie confidently.

And what I hate most is not Price Beat Guarantee, it's when there're flight delays or cancellation.

That morning, you'll receive a lot of emails notifying every staff about them, together with all the flight numbers, origin & destination.

That is when you know it's going to be a long day.

All the mess. All the whys.

Some people just don't get it.

No matter how many times you try to explain, they don't fucking listen.

And after you got to know that S'poreans are not allowed to curse, you just wish every call is made by them.

And I'll never ever do a part time job again.

Unless they pay me by the end of the day.

Really miss home.

To forget about everything here.

Living in the same city with people who caused you pain.

It is not pleasant at all.

What you can do is imagining yourself killing them over & over again in your head.

The most brutal ways you can think of due to a hobby of watching horror movies.

Just be impressed of yourself that you can eat while watching the neck being cut off & blood panting out.

What good can it do?

They're still alive.

Then, you started praying, wishing they would meet with an accident or something.

Whatever, just die.

Pray hard squeezing your eyes wishing that day will come soon.

Then, the only thing that makes you feel better is you know their lives are messy.

And you know, they are suffering.

And you just have a feeling they're going to die soon.

This is how my optimism serves me just fine.

I have all reasons to believe that I'm being disturbed by some psycho lady

whom I met a few times while waiting for bus.

She talks to herself with weird expressions and she wears a cartoon pink watch.

She used her phone light to flash at me.

Fucking crazy bitch.

I feel like killing her as well.

Talk about anger management & self defence.

I've got a stun gun.