It's a month now... from my power pumps, to killer stilletos, matching bags, suits, expensive porma clothes.... i am now stucked in my black sneakers,khaki pants and white shirt...
Who would've thought that from spending time in front of my lcd monitor, i will be staring at a wall faucet and a feet deep sink full of dirty dishes...ahemn..other people's dirty dishes..
people whom i won't normally even look at, or even flash a smile at..or talk... now i make sure everything they want is given and i make them feel better.
It's not the first time i did it, but the last time i did, i was still a college student...some think it's a big leap...down... but i think it would be a key to a greater contentment. When i go home nowadays, i no longer have a hard time sleeping. Unlike before... and a total change of lifestyle indeed..no more smoking..no heavy drinking...and am actually saving a lot of g's.
I still have the title..
it's just that it's different.
there are more people to deal with every single day..
but i stopped crying over the unexplainable cuts, burns and bruises i get after every shift.
my hands are plain and a bit dry...
no more nail polish.. no deep healing moisturizers..
my feet is sore..
i hope to last..
i hope to prove i am who i think i am.
it's a new big world im in, and am not just about to give up..or just become a mediocre..
new challenges..
new beginnings..
new learnings..
and i know i can make it.
