“Go to DMC! Go to DMC! Go to DMC!”
I’m freezing in Trioon right now. I couldn’t blog live. So I had to save in Word Document.
I realized, the whole blatantly-ignoring or staring-back with such uncomprehensive respond as if I’ve just said something foreign, isn’t just an Asian thing. I just had one Caucasian did that to me. Then again, maybe English was foreign to her.
I’ve said it. I’ve quit the Springers and will be serving sympathy notice till my Japan trip. I was feeling a huge amount of relief at first. The relief of not having to deal with being short changed amongst other repulsive behaviour. Then again who am I to judge. It IS their business.
So I’m moving on to something that pays better with better career prospect.
Today, for some reason, I felt this rush of sadness when I thought about the fact that I’ll be leaving the Springers soon. I’m not sure whether Olivia’s coo-ing instigated this unsupposed sadness, or am I actually sad AND worried about that fact that I might not be able to find a job before my Japan trip.
Doesn’t help that I’m constipated. Literally.
