Continuing in the long marathon...

And so the jog continues. Only that this part of the race is physically torturous! Throughout the day, my toes hurt like never before and my ankle and calf feels like they're going to forsake me soon. And the worst part is, all these standing does nothing to weight loss. In fact, I think I gained even more weight than before!

Still, I really don't mind being a (in Dharmedra's words) overpaid and overqualified receptionist. The customers are generally nice and polite, with the exception of some stupid hateful ugly guy who scolded me. Oh, and he's a blind fellow too.. eyes pasted with too many stamps! He actually insisted that he wanted to see Jeremy, the manager! Even if I told him that Jeremy is not! See what I mean about dumbos? After all that, the assistant head and another came over to supposedly comfort me, but hey, since when did I look upset by those mad-dog blabberings? There were worse stuff when I was at Power Supply anyway. And, these people are just so fake. For the former, it's so evident that she's only nice to her own people. Whatever. Who cares about these fakes and hatefuls? As long as I do my job well, it doesn't matter what nonsense any of them come up with. Afterall, I just have to tolerate them for a month, and there are other colleagues and customers who make being at that department not too bad too!

Yes, almost every one of the customers were really nice. And sometimes, being a receptionist allows you to hear a lot of stories from people of all walks of life. For example, a guy came in today and as I served him, he started telling me about his son having run away. There was this little girl who was so super cute and wanted all the yellow mentos!

Seriously, being at the reception is really not bad.

Then again, work may have been not that painful, and a little enjoyable because of my 'manager'. Time passes so much faster when you have people whom you can get along with, talk to and bully throughout the day. Seriously, without Jeremy there, receptionist life would have been utterly unbearable. Since I've a friend there, who cares what nonsense I get from some others, right?

Shall be an even better receptionist tomorrow! If all else fails, there's always the dinner treat from Gary to look forward to! *beam*

On another note, it's high time I stop visiting some blogs. It's quite stupid when you know that a knife can harm you and you still go ahead and walk right into the blade. Since there are certain things I do not want to know, I should just not be bothered to read.