I finally achieved my dreams of getting an honours degree.
A second lower is really not bad, considering that fact that I was in class drinking at the back of the classroom half the time. And hitting the clubs right after class, every night, for 2.5 years of my University education.
I'm happy that I've achieved it.
Today, we went down to HDB to sign our lease agreement. In a few days time, our CPF will be deducted for the downpayment of our 4 room flat.
Finally a place to call my own.
I'm happy and excited. Can't wait for the house to finally be built and ready to move in. I've been flipping Home design magazines and looking through design ideas. (I'm past the Bridal Shopping phase. It's too expensive and way too stressful to think and anticipate for it to happen since D won't be proposing anytime soon.)
Pretty unhappy work wise. I'm to used to working alone without any bossy supervision that I'm pretty unhappy with the fact that the Assistant manager is a pouty and pushy bitch. I much prefer the manager.
She seems more tame and nice. But it has only been less than a week.
Honestly, I don't like being pushed around. I don't mind being assigned work. But not at such a phase where I'm not even given any time to adapt. Fucking hell seriously.
It's only a bloody 6 months contract and I can't wait for it to end already.
No happiness in the job front. None at all.
