I just realised, I haven't eaten fast food for 1 week, and I haven't ate Popeyes's for 2 weeks!
I'm getting withdrawal symptoms. But I can't help it just feeling so under the weather. Movies this week were horrible. My nose was practically dripping with mucus in the theatre. And it doesn't help when Jay Chou gets his mumbling act all so wrong yet again. Ya all know what I'm talking about. Sigh.
This weekend was fabulous. I slept beyond 12pm, which was great because the last 2 weeks had been 6 day work week. Which meant that Sunday wasn't even an existing day for me. So it was just loads of DVDs for 2 days. And I still have loads to complete. I need commitment. And this afternoon it was 10 laps in the pool. Read that:10 laps. I could die after 1 lap.
Next week should be pretty light. June hols are over (WHEW) so no more checking in 5 people in a family at 1 go and asking the same old retarded question "are you on holiday?" Like duh. Which means lesser load on flights and no more upgrading.
CX project due next week too. We gotta get our brains together and work or the country manager who fire us. And which means an hour off every day. *pumps fist in air* Wednesday we are off a few hours to visit SATS catering. Finally we get to see how much justice passengers are paying for airline food.
ans as usual, off to bed.