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Tuesday, June 07, 2005
late night/early morning suppering
i'm damn lucky not to get into trouble with my parents. considering that i reached home at 3 plus am when i promised i wont be home late. then again, i can be a smart ass and say that 3 plus is early in the morning. so far, they havent mentioned anything yet and i presume i'm qt safe. meaning i will do it again. hahas...

not like i get much opportunity to meet deb at normal hours though. cos our shifts always end up qt diff. i didnt know what struck me to arrange to meet her for supper at midnight when she ends work when i was supposed to end at eight. it felt logical to meet her for supper at that time. in the end, i did end later cos one part-timer was not feeling well so i covered for her and worked till ten. technically i wasted less time in between.

btw, both our managers are such similar people that it's kinda scary. it sounds totally out of pt here but i'm sure deb knows what i mean. in fact, the only reason why the two of us were in orchard searching for a currently non-existent deli was because of them.

oh wells... supper was fun. despite the fact that we're both pretty stoned/tired from work. deb, i'm glad that you can not be vague abt work related stuff with me. i think you'll explode after keeping so much things to yourself. fortunately (or unfortunately), i dont have the same prob. cos i believe in confronting pp regarding the issues. perhaps a bit too much. i do realise that people can have very low tolerance level towards the truth. even if knowing the truth is for their own good. i wonder what will happen if people are more open to honest feedback? but i guess not everyone is matured enough to take constructive criticism.

anw, i'm actually enjoying myself at work although the job itself can get REALLY repetitive. it's always the people who make up the place and livens the experience. i will definitely miss my colleagues when i quit to go back to sch. shucks! when do i get attached to people so easily?