My Headache

Lunch: 2.50 SGD

Dinner: 8.30 SGD

I just registered and paid for the IELTS test online, and it cost RM865—which is way cheaper than taking it in Singapore. So my test is on April 26, 2025, which means I have two months to panic—I mean, prepare. I realized I really needed to just sign up first, or else I’d never find the motivation to study. Now that I’ve paid the fee, I have to prepare properly so I don’t waste my money. (Typical Asian, is it?)

 random picture taken by my bro...

Okay, so today was yet another day of cursing my manager… because of his nonsense. There’s this scrap form that every department needs to submit before the monthly cutoff date. Before, a colleague of mine handled it, but he resigned. So, ever since then, I’ve been asking who’s responsible for raising the form now. I asked my stupid manager and another colleague, and the only answer I got was:

"I’ll get back to you later."

Ah yes, classic. Turns out, this phrase actually has another meaning: "I’ll never get back to you." Wink.

So today, this man—this absolute menace—comes up to me and asks, "Why haven’t you raised the scrap form?"

Excuse me, sir? Hold up, bro. Can you recall what you told me? Or are you just testing my patience for fun? I was furious—almost cursed out loud—but I held it in, you know, to maintain what little good image I have left.

And now, because of this, I’m pretty sure he’s badmouthing me to my supervisor, probably saying I’m incapable of doing this and that. (Yeah, yeah, blame me for your own incompetence.) And tomorrow? Performance review time. With him and my supervisor.

But y’all already know—I don’t care that much about this job anymore. I got my New Zealand visa, baby! 🇳🇿 So tomorrow, I’ll just be honest. I want to tell him that he’s been giving me anxiety and panic attacks for months. I’ve even dreamed about my workload—like, at this point, it’s a medical condition. And don’t even get me started on the smell of his cigarette-stained existence. Honestly, there is nothing I like about him. The man is a walking disaster. A chao.

The situation is so bad that every time I walk past him, I get a headache and feel like throwing up. It’s that bad.

I highly doubt I can last until August to resign… but I need to save enough money before I can actually fly to New Zealand. Which is yet another super annoying thing to deal with. AGHHHH.

I wish God could just point at the right path for me so I could follow it like a GPS. But life ain’t that easy—I know. I just have to cope. So here I am… counting down the days.

160 days to go… ⏳