I'm sick of my job. Don't ask why.
I can't cope with the job - long working hours and low pay. after considering the opportunity cost; trading leisure time for menial, physically/mentally straining job was no doubt foolish.
Today I fell sick after clearing the rubbish and frying hashbrowns. Yesterday, I walked home in the rain, thinking over my decision.
The demand for hashbrowns overshot supply. I kept getting scoldings. It gets so routine after 3 weeks.
I wasted 9 grilled chicken patties when I mistook them for breakfast sausages.
It's a sick job. and I can't understand why people work there. Why people are so lazy and cannot cook nutritious food for themselves. Happy meal for the kids? Some people study in the air-conditioned environment with the sublimal messaging - advertisements over the radio...
I heard that the tasty KFC whipped potato sauce is derived from excess fried-chicken crumbs! Sick. Horrible fast food. No more will I succumb to temptations of any fast-food chain when faced with a choice!
Back to the valued hawker centres of old.
Lesson reaped: I must study hard and get a good job in future.
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