part i

My workday should start at 9am. Allowance, 30 minutes. So it's 9.30am. My average day starts when I wake up at 11am. Oh. So what do I do? I wake up, take a shower, fix myself my measly brunch (usually consists of bread and water), and drag myself out of the house. I know, I should start reflecting on my work attitude. But hey! I'm like a damn volunteer now! Well, I'm not paid. Yet. So I'm a volunteer at P*******t. Who cares if I come through the door at 1pm everyday. At least I appear through that door everyday. Let's not talk about the timing.

What is getting bad is the fact that I'm enjoying this kind of lifestyle. So much! I love waking up when the sun is shining right on my ass. I love waking up to an empty flat. Ma just mentioned in the morning that I'll die if I start working. A real job, not these weird jobs.... oops. I have to go. My game kakis are waiting for me to join the game.