I just stopped working yesterday. Over a span of 6 days, I worked for 4 days, and that was how long it took me to quit it. Most of the time, it is the people that have me quitting jobs. Stingy bosses, naggy managers, evil managers who aren't even my manager, you know. For this time round, I can't seem to pinpoint what made me hate this job. A little bit of everything I guess. the people are generally nice, cept when I make a mistake or some shit. They can get quite naggy. My breaks are spent alone, I don't have any friends there, and my breaks are always different from everyone. The job is tiring and evil. Cashiers have to pay for shortages every day. I almost lost $50, luckily it was retraced. That was definitely a shock for me. A big scare, and it was only my third day at work. Anal customers I can handle, I just need to scan their stuff as quick as possible and they are out of my lives forever. What I can't stand it when I have problems and the other staff don't even lend me a hand. I can't help being noob shit at being a cashier, I only did for like three days?

I was planning to continue for another 2 weeks, at least get the bonus. On the last day I worked, I woke up at 4 am in the morning to pee, and I just couldn't seem to fall back asleep. Countless thoughts filled my mind, about work and shit. That overwhelming uncertainty was so daunting it kept me awake till 7.45am, the time I was supposed to wake up. I couldn't sleep, like sudden insomnia or something. During the 3 hours and 45 minutes, I reduced my duration of work. From 3 more weeks, I changed my mind to 2 more weeks, to 1 day.

I wanted to stop dreading something, especially something I brought upon myself. And the one solution to it all was just to end it. That simple. I guess the cash and bonus was not worth the depressing over. Besides, I wanted to make friends there but I just ended up getting shit. Whatever, hopefully that part of my life doesn't come back to haunt me. I hate it that I'm cursed with hating my jobs. So far, I have hated all my jobs. I thought this job will be better, but no, it's prolly one of the worst ones.

Enough with crappy evil jobs. So I got my results. For .2 semester, I'm really unsatisfied with my results. While other people are jumping with joy with their 3.6 GPAs, I'm stuck at 3.2, and I really did put in effort this semester. I still remember squeezing my literally dead brain on stifling nights to come up with a good story for storytelling, but I'm not complaining about that cos my storytelling score was alright. I'm surprised at my IS score though. I guess I actually did something right in Cindy's eyes. But but, the most aggravating part of it all is the fucking C+ for photography. I swear to god my photography lecturer hates me. I spent so much cash on film and developing film, traveling out of civilization to filthy places just to take a few shots of interesting subjects. All of that for a C+? Seriously, I commented like twice, they shouldn't let just one person be the judge of our photos. At least one more or something, to make things a bit more impartial. Just because I am not a cat/grass/water-droplets-on-leaves fetish doesn't mean I'm terrible. It's like so subjective, it seems almost too unfair. Just sayin'.

Ya, so if I can only get a 3.2 GPA for the easiest semester, I really wonder what my grades will pan out in the future.

Anyway, I'm only blogging here cos I have nothing to do and no one to talk to. This blog is absolutely dead and I am really consider deleting it. Well, we shall see. This blog is so public I can't say what I really feel and show who I really am. Ya, it pretty much sums up why I don't blog here anymore.