so tired

I wish I was not put into a Shit!-I-need-you-to-drop-everything-and-complete-this-urgent-thing-now!!! situation every 2 bloody days. I mean, who is getting hanged here? Deadlines are deadlines but when you yourself know it is impossible to be met, why set it at that and stress everybody out in the process?

But orders are orders.

I find that I am now less than eager to deal with skyrocketing stress levels. Less caffeine and less ciggies aren’t making it any easier. Less food option too.

I’m on the brink of throwing in the towel and migrating nearby and working in Kuta Beach’s McDonald’s. Relatively very much stress-free, the sun, the sand, the beach, the eyecandy, the simplicity...

“Would you like fries with that?”