Well..

What century is it, again? Hahahaha.

Seriously, it felt like centuries ago since my last post. Too many things taking place and i'm short of space and time for my own self.

My job is one thing. I think this job is starting taking its toll on me. Psycally and mentally!! Its not easy to handle a bunch of riders who don't really give a damn about their job as long as they received the paycheck at the end of the month. How many obcenities that you've known? i received triple of that from my riders for telling them to be well groomed, to perform the procedures, to tie their shoe laces, to wear their caps. You won't even want to know what i got if i tell them that i'm deducting their commision tips for not doing what suppose to be done.

Starting this month, i got new store manager and he is killing me with his way of working. Damn! He don't care about the store, he don't care about anything! All he knew is to came in, scold the riders and left it to me to received all the swearing and cursing from them. He even let me to handle the store alone which resulted in me going home at 1 am! He didn't complete my module yet which will get me stranded in this manager-in-training post for another month. I'm suppose to be upgraded to the assistant manager post by next month. I already do all the job AM did anyway.

Past few weeks my mom got sick. Very sick. She been admitted to HTAR for a week. The doctor discharged her eventhough she still got the fever and chest pain. One day after discharged, she been admitted to PPUM for a greater pain. We just knew what actually the problem at PPUM. She got unrythmic heart beats which can cause stroke at any time. Her lungs was infected with a strong and stubborn virus. She got too many liquids in her body. She even got Hepetitis C because of dialysis sharing machine. And the list went on. One week in HTAR, all we know she got a fever! Thats what you got for paying RM3 a day at HTAR and RM95 a day at PPUM. My advice is...go get medical insurance so that you can go to a better hospital and get better treatment!

7 days at HTAR and 13 days at PPUM is the days i became robot. I went to work at 3pm. Got back at 12.30am. Have a bath, change my clothes, take the car keys, shoot to hospital. Wait my mum till 2.30pm the next day. Went bact home, have a bath, change into my uniform and shoot to work. Everyday! Catching my mum at PPUM is even tougher, I got to drive at 1 am, alone, tired, from klang to PJ. There's one time i almost hit a merc in front of me coz i'm so sleepy. Luckily i managed to pull the steering to the left. I'm not complaining coz she is my mom. But i can't denied i'm damn tired to the bone! The day my mum been discharged from PPUM, is the bestest day!!!

Well, with work consuming every kilowatts of my energy, and taking care of my mum is a permanent duty nowadays, thats explain the one posting per century at this blog.

I'm long to catch ups with yani, mira, ita, kak sarah and other friends but my hours in a day are barely enough. Hopefully one day, i'll get another job, the 9-5 kind, then we can sit and talk for hours!