Okay... this is so weird to say but yes, I have quit my job again. -_- This is really starting to get old. blogged at|3:13 PM|
I told 'em that my private course is starting and so that is why I have to leave. It's a shame because firstly, the people there are really very nice, but it's also a shame because I lied. There's no school. I am so free I could swallow my hand whole to kill time. But there are so many factors that pushed me to quitting - like how it is so hard for me to do a good job painting nails. God, I tried doing it on my colleagues' nails and it turned out so bad I could bawl. But strangely enough, I did it very - okay, pretty - well on my own nails. -_- Maybe it's the nerves. It really doesn't help that my 'client' would be staring at me doing my job the whole darn time. I can't take that, I am so sorry. Since young, I can only do art when I am all alone because I really need the privacy and space. People staring at me doing my work really lessens the space for me, and makes me feel suffocated I won't do a good job.
The fact that I can't do a good job painting nails is bad enough - but having LAWYERS, BANKERS, BUSINESSWOMEN and LADY BOSSES to deal with is really too much to take. Can you imagine the kind of pressure I would have to face when I have to paint the nails of these people? They'll probably be the hardest bunch of people to please. And to think that one day I would like to be a woman of that kind of substance. There's nothing wrong with being powerful, independent and confident, but when it is on the expense of others, nuh uh. I am not going to be a b****. Okay, I am not saying those people are, but the pressure they exude unto me will be too much to bear, and THAT'S a b****.
Thirdly, it's the fact that the shop is located at Boat Quay where all the gorgeous, expensive restaurants are located, and where the UOB building sits tall and big a couple feet away. It all sounds good, especially with the river snaking by it, but when you add in branded suits, black shiny loafers, pencil skirts, ties, immaculate hair and heavy briefcases, the whole place seemed to scream ADULT WORLD. For God's sake, I am only EIGHTEEN. I may look 20 or even 25 to some people, but inside I am still a girl at heart. I am mature, but not OLD. God. I can't accept how I'd have to face all these people every single working day. Yes, adults are practically everywhere in Singapore, but these adults are not just ordinary adults. Like I said, they are those BUSINESS inclined people. No offense but sometimes, I find myself COMPLETELY in DISGUST at these people. They seem to have no life. And their fashion sense is limited to simple cuts and colours spanning from black to... grey?
So yeah... those are the main reasons. Other reasons like how I don't have colleagues of my age, and how they are all Chinese and stuff are petty reasons, and I don't see those affecting me much. It's more to what I have said above.
It's sad... I have to say. But at least, I'll be able to accompany my mom to find jobs for her. She gets lost easily. ^-^'''
So yes... I might find a job for myself. But this time, maybe it'll be simple, admin work where I'll handle filings and the infamous lil computer. Yeah sure, admin is related to business, but at least, it wouldn't be at Raffles. I'll make sure of that. :/
Peace.