i always thought that good things will eventually come to an end.
good things doesn't last forever.
maybe that's the negative way of thinking.
i guess its all about balance.

anyway, back in the service line,
i had forgotten how fucked up customers can get.
how they will bargain for more when there's already plenty of goods.
how their wrinkled forehead will strain to get what they want.
how fat obnoxious women in ugly green floral print tube dresses stomped their way down the steps to create more humiliation for themselves,

as if their facade had not already done so.

so not worth it.........

i hate brutal facts.
facts that i don't want to face but i have to.

school's gonna be back pretty soon.
i have mixed feelings.
but oh well.
it will die off.