Part II of the Trilogy

07 July

Was really happy with gifts that I received.

The awesome awesome boots.

The necklace, earrings and ring that I got.

God, I love birthdays.

10 July

Emmet, Alex, Kelly and I went to dinner.

Apparently for Emmet and Alex, the best ribs and quails are in this restaurant.

They made me order quail and the ribs.

My boyfriend ended up eating my serving of quail and half of the ribs.

The fat girl inside me was dying to eat the whole thing.

But the logic in me told me to eat what you can and to not be greedy.

08 July

I handed in my two weeks notice at work today.

This was what I wrote down;

Dear Employer,


Please accept this letter as formal notification that I am leaving my position with the hotel effective immediately.

Thank you for the opportunities you have provided me during my time with the company.

If I can be of any assistance during this transition, please let me know.

Sincerely,

Nonica Angara

I was sad when I handed it in. But I had to do it. There's no point in staying with a job that became so repetitive I was bored out of my head.

I know everything that I needed to know and yet I still didn't get promoted.

I'm not the kind of person that whines and complains about not getting promoted. But I know how I work, and I know how dedicated I was. And to give the position to someone who was less experienced that me - only because she is flatmates with the supervisor was low.

I am not going to get beaten by a dumb bimbo who doesn't know jack shit.

Yes, that was the deciding factor.

And now, the job offer to the other hotel is waaaaay better.

Management, baby!!

12 July

It's coming soon. Everybody was shocked to hear that I was leaving.

The chefs, the staff, my supervisor. But what can I do?

I have to do it. Otherwise, I'll get stuck there with the boss from hell and his neo-Nazi subordinates.

Hell, no.

I'm happy to be leaving.

14 July

When you hand in your two weeks notice, expect to be treated like shit in the remainder of your time with the company.

That's what I have to put up with.

Stupid managers who expected you to do everything at once.

Trainees that, no matter how many times you tell them what to do, they still don't know what to do and follow you around like a lost puppy.

A certain chef that moans and groans about how you're leaving and that he won't be able to see me again [never mind the fact that he's now leaving with his girlfriend..]

The operations manager who looks at me up and down and tells me not to wear jewellry, nail polish, pink hairtie and dark eyeliner at work.

I'm emo, I'm angry, why the hell can't I wear eyeliner?

By the way, I'm no emo. I'm a happy person, I can't be emo even if my daddy doesn't love me.

The certain girl who's going out with the chef expressing her delight that yours truly is leaving.

I want to stay just to piss her off. But then, why does it matter?

Fuck it, I don't have to see the gruesome twosome forever. That's a reason to celebrate.

18 July

A few more days.

Can't wait.

I've been calling in sick for the past few days.

I mean I won't get my accrue sick leave so might as well use it up, right??

To be continued.