last day of work for the week. ah. i let myself work on monday again. this is a long one, read and analyse: i hate it when ppl ask me for a favour, and i know they need the favour, and i am reluctant to grant the favour, but in the end still gave in cause i feel like i am letting them down if i dun accept.
thats how i ended up on my workplace's work schedule this coming monday and sunday. kill me. and now kelly asked me if i can work on wednesday in the restaurant. i know i'd kill myself on thurs cos its bese in the morning.