Had a sucky day at work today, at the same shift with two waitresses I didn't particularly like and know. There can be good days and there can be bad days, and on a bad day, I just feel like crawling into a hole and hiding from the world, preferably a hole filled with chocolates.

The first hour of the shift was spent standing around, waiting for customers, I didn't really feel like making fake small talks with the other waitresses. After that, when the crowd decended on us, one hour passed in a whirl. I hate making mistakes and always berate myself for it. I hate it even more when something is not my fault, and I get told off for it. I was pretty pissed off by that waitress, what right does she have to tell me off. Just because she has been working longer than me, just because I am a 'newbie'?

I hate hypocrisy at work and anywhere else. I had a good chat with dad just the other day about working life and how there would always be office politics and people who are backstabbers, bootlickers, hypocrites and I would have to learn how to deal with them without stooping to their level. I think that it is very true. In a holiday job, I can just console myself with the fact that it is not a permanent job and that I can go back to school, free of complications like these. But how long more would it be before I step into the working world. Less than a year, I reckon, and like it or not, I cannot escape. I sure don't look forward to it though...