My entire sleep was spent dreaming about everyday at work.

When will my favourite cufflinks and ties get sold? Who will be the ones buying it?

There's a hot pink striped shirt that nobody ever wants to buy. There are still about 10 of them. When will they get sold?

What if my customers come back to look for me?My rather evil colleague would claim the credit.

What about my supervisor whom I have developed feelings for. (not the same as developing feelings for my bf.) I remember crying hard when my seniors in band left school back in secondary school days. Maybe, somewhere in me longed for an elder sister, a mentor. I never like to hang out with younger girls and guys. Always attracted to older man and women. Feel that I can learn a lot from them.

Okok.. no good. Today must be the last day I mourn over this work. JJ cannot understand why I am so upset over this.

I didn't want to tell her my plans. She thought that I was crazy to quit when I haven't even found a new job. Told her briefly that my mother gave me money for a venture. Her last words, "When you earn money, come and tell me. " I ran off.. Before I burst out crying in front of her and the whole company will know.

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Start getting all the help I can for my "new thing". Wish me luck dearies!