"There is no future for me here"

Recently, me and my crew were talking when someone mentioned that out of a sudden. The conversation then turned into a whirlwind of people who suddenly wants to leave that place.

Make no mistake, that is a word from one of the senior crew.

And hey, I don't blame him.

After being forced to work for 60 hours every week, he finally had enough and stepped down from his position, going back to the great hours of 20+ a week. Suddenly, the new manager gets training and a new influx of crew entered the staff. Good for us, but I think when the place realised that the one man army has gone and they need more staff, they got it, even though they refused to release more budget to us for the past year or so.

And oh, did I say I was to be transferred to the Produce department initially? I don't mind produce, life is a lot easier there, but I'm just surprised on how far they are going to just chuck people around. I wonder if they will ever ask me if I would want to go to Produce.

Hmm...

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Valentine's day at Noosa.

Whehehe.

The Sunshine coast itself is totally different from the Gold Coast. For one, it is really catered to people with their own public transport (My parents would probably flip if they realised I rented my own car). It is also a place where it is more catered for the surfers and the elder generation. Gold Coast is where you go if you want to go insane with the crowd.

Want to relax? Try the Sunshine coast.

Also, there's only one word to describe the Sunshine coast:

Beautiful.

The forests, the beaches, they are all fantastic. Unspoilt nature, all for you to see.

But it's slow as hell. If you want the malls, stick to Gold Coast.

And did I enjoy my Valentine's day?

Hell yes.

Pics in Facebook.

Jokes

I give up. I absolutely give up.

I have said twice not to do it, but you, as usual, paid no heed to my emotions and my actions, and continued to play around. So when I get annoyed, it becomes my fault that I get annoyed because you throw a tantrum which, for once, I have no energy to deal with.

It always seem to be my fault, isn't it, no matter what happens. Never yours, mine, always. I said "Don't ask stupid questions" and you took that to mean that I insulted your intelligence, a phrase I absolutely ignored because my mood was steeply going downhill because of a MSN conversation I was having. Fine, it is a conversation which is between me and a girl I had a crush on, but I moved on . You took it to mean something else, and hey, again, without asking me. And hey, I have to find things out on your blog again.

Sometimes, I don't know what to think any more. I wonder why I even looked at your blog in the morning. Maybe it's because I wanted to know how you feel, because you seldom tell me your feelings, but prefer to spew it out on a blog instead.

I give up.

Exhaustion

38 hours a week is extremely tiring. Given a choice, I really don't want to do it, but in order to save up for a holiday, I got to grin and work on.

Hard, but hopefully, the reward will be satisfying.