his million complaints

plus, did i mention in the month of June, i worked for like only 6 days? yes, i've been a bitch. i'm still jobhunting. the future is bleak, and the future adam probably killed himself already.

i am in a mess. a total mess. a trainwreck even. with dad's second accident, i call it "Spiderlegs", the first accident i referred it as "Superman" (cos he survived without going to the hospital), life is getting a bit tough. yes, i've been a bitch. i neglected anything and everything. everything was put on hold. all the plans. full stop. dad can't work. and it all happened at the same period when i was like, 'this is it, im quitting my 12hour job'. you know whats tough about this job, its 12 hours and its neverending. plus i get no breaks. not much of a rest. each time i end shift, my leg goes jelly-like with thanks to the prolonged sitting and driving. even drivers outside get to rest. not to mention when i was in the army. compulsory break after prolonged 2hours worth of driving. plus the dirty trucks, im falling ill way too often. the latest prime mover i drove caused me my health. PM 262. totally dirty. plus night shift. i nearly died...