New job, new schedule. Combating the time slots they give me.
It's 3:53 am on a Saturday night. And I have to wake up at 6:30am in the morning to wash myself, board a bus in Hougang Interchange to go to work at 8am. Now doesn't that seem retarded? Like, I only have few hours to sleep, but they ask me to go there 8am, and I have to start leaving at 7am. Wow hold on. You're saying it's my fault that I can't sleep at night. And it's not their fault for not putting the time slot this early? Bravo. Welcome to the workforce. Sometimes, I think about what I like. What I can do. What I can use to trade my skills for money. But whatever I come out with. It's all meaningless. Well not meaningless, more like it's too hard to succeed. For example. I want to be an manga artist. Takes too long to be good at drawing digitally. For example. I want to be a youtube streamer. But there's too many content creator and the platform is oversaturated. For example. I want to use computer more for learning. But the electric bills are ...