the textual siege.

should anyone be wondering what have i been filling my days with.... well this entry's for you.

i've been hawking the world's ugliest winterwear to pain in the ass heartlanders but that is just a part time thing. my full time occupation is rueing my misfortune [self pity sobsobsob] and thinking about the shopping which is the raison d'etre of this job. the apparel is so fug, i'm afraid my retinas are permanently damaged from having to face them for 7 hours a day.

this woman who's apparently the merchandiser came in today before closing and threw her weight around, telling my colleague where and how to place the stock. i had to physically distance myself from my colleague and her and hold my tongue before i blurt out, 'you're doing a really shitty job.'

also, biatch seems to never have heard of the wonders of nair or upper lip waxing because miss follicularly blessed has a moustache that would make the world's hairiest man retreat to a corner and cry in shame.

the day was salvaged when he popped by and i swear, my face lit up and my mood was immediately elevated. this is what the presence of someone whose intellectual leanings [wah so pretentious] are of yours. working in an environment where people claim reading is 'so sian lor' does nothing for the stimulation of your grey matter. it was so nice to get a respite from having to speak in pidgin chinese and to have to translate your thoughts from english to chinese and stutter and stammer and struggle through a conversation.

3 more months, i keep telling myself but frankly i'm surprised i've lasted 4 days thus far.

i've learnt the secret behind surviving [barely] this drudgery, is to not think.

yes that's right. stop those cogs from turning and stop exercising those cells which are quickly deteriorating anyway. to be a zombie and be mechanical, to not give a flying fuck and to master fake smiles and forced enthusiasm. this shit is scarily simple.

i can really commiserate with ns friends when they say they are getting dumber by the day because i am feeling that way too.

oh also i feel the need to discuss my really shitty work ethics right now. i hardly do anything but busy myself by patting ugly piles of clothes and pottering around the shop. less is more and i can't disagree. if need be and the manager is not around, retreat into the storeroom and immerse yourself in a book of choice. here's to hoping my superior takes more days off.

i'm beginning to look forward to sunday for some desperately needed PMS therapy. already i couldn't shut it when i met ming, what more sunday eh. yay. something to look forward to.