of swoon and scar

After 4 seasons with them, I think I had it up till here (see me choking my throat!?) I used to be enthusiastic about the shows plus etc etc. It has been great but that's it, no more.

There's no motivation and top it up with bad management, I'll blow them a kiss at the end of the year. I'm giving myself till at least February and not a day longer.

The only thing that may make me sad to leave is a very nice bloke who behave like a perfect gentleman and could still make me blush. He made me swoon just by doing little things for me i.e opening the door, carrying a box etc etc. Silly girl! The bad thing is that I had the security and warehouse people asking me about the gossip that has been spreading around. Come on guys, leave us alone. We have yet to go for our first date. Hmmmm...

The Mentor has also decided to leave and will give her notice in Aug, but since her contract says she had to give 6 months notice she will still be around until early next year. She had a fit last Tuesday and screamed at the MD for all the problems that the office and production managers have been ignoring.

My analysis is that the new directors (except for The Mentor) are ruining the hard work of their predecessors. They had created an awareness to our brand name and we are known as the premium (aka posh) ice cream, but these ignorant Americans think that they know everything. It is true what people say about Americans, they are just ... damned ignorant and selfish.

Anyway, I'm excited about my future. Weird isn't it? I don't even know what I'd be doing or whether I'm gonna have a job or not come next year. It scares the hell out of me but I'm still excited! Cuckoo me :)

As I was driving at Bayswater, I imagine myself having less pressured weeks ahead. Just relax if you know what I mean. I fancy going to a hairdresser and trim my hair. It's gone from bad to worse.

This heat is getting to me. I am darker and burned, and now I wish for a cooler normal British weather. Please God help me! Rain pun rain lah, I don't mind.

And being the klutz that I am, I hit my face with the car door when I was trying to load my boxes this morning. It hurts like hell. If people saw me they might think that I was abused, and honestly, I felt like lepas kena tempeleng ngan laki je, not that I know what it's like though. I'm scarred for life!