resignation has never been so clearly spelt before.

I am being extremely particular about my summer job. Nothing, NOTHING has taken to my fancy so far. I have never been so fussy before, have I? The past 1.5 years were spent at Starbucks. Before that I was a promoter (for the whole of two weeks. It was painful, seriously, because I had to face this annoying pest of guy the whole time. Thank goodness for Dorcas!), a tutor, a relief teacher, did admin work (which I absolutely ABHOR) and worked at primary school's bookshop. Ugh gawd. I wish I could go back to Starbucks!

When I left, I told Kiat that that part of my life was over and it was time to move on yada yada yada. People don't really move on, do they?

I don't know what the hell I'm rambling about.
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First week of hols is down (Yes, I'm actually counting down. And no, it's not with anticipation for the start of school. It's with dread. A lot of it.). Am I really gonna spend it like this?!?

I think I am.
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Gee, I just realised that I spent every single (long) school vacation working since I was 13. HOO BOY! All of a sudden, I feel so... Diligent. *raises eyebrows*