working in a top end restaurant makes one stronger i suppose. its not easy, it was never going to be easy. first day of taylors college and that was what we were told. 16 hours a day, 6 days a week of constant work and getting fucked by your superiors physically and mentally is not a thing everyone can do. after the first day, i was putting down wagers that i wont last a week. 1 month on, im still going about my life in my new employment. much have been learned and besides the screwed up heels and the cuts and burns on the hands, all is good and one is still alive.
its depressing to be honest. no social life what so ever. l`amours and girlfriends are totally out of the question. one would ask? why?
raya is tomorrow. not a day was fasted nor am i going for raya prayers. work as usual from 7.30am. why?
to be strong
when you pray, pray for me.
selamat hari raya and maaf zahir and batin
