i hate tis feeling...the feeling of being used...the feeling of not being trusted....haix...i realli hate it.. yest came 41 cartons of goods..i did the counting..i am so sure n confident of my counting..cant my primary school maths be so bad rite...tis morning..1 hr b4 i go work....i got a call fro them..sayin we r shortage of good...say we might have miscount the cartons..but i am so sure...despite she calls e other outlets to check..but dun have....

then they did repeated calls to me..n haix....they dun trust me...haf the day been pointin the fingers at me...i wanted to cry badly.....but i got to control myself...haix...hw long can i make myself to wait before the whole thing come to an end....i dunoe...should i stop doin all these...

jz nw i sweep the whole shop, mop the whole floor..cleaning the whole candy rack....but wat r the other two doing...counting money...haix..need so many pple to count money meh...n count so long!!!.....i am angry......haix.....i left the shop at 10pm sharp...dun care le....haix....