Monday sickness Pt 1

its monday again , and as much as I hate it to admit it, I hate it.

wake up as usual. have m y coffee and pack my bekal. wear my white pants. suddenly the coffee spill and leave a stain. i hate it again.

drive the usual 30 km as usual, Jam as usual, hate it too.

arrive at sp late, not so late but as the new rule of the Pak guard, nobody can park in front of the pak guard pondok's to punch the card, so i have to park the car first and wear my stockin and kasut then punch my card,so i am late to 8.03 am. I hate it more.

get in my office, check my mail and no alive human send me mail, i cant say anything.

I go to production house, wear my jumpsuit, enter the sam busy building. take all the stuff from the packaging room. sent it to the warehouse, i have to do everything.

i bring the sample to my boss, i give the package with smile on my faces, suddenly he realizes, "you have pack the wrong batch!"

yess i have ack the wrong batch, yess i ve taken half of the day of the operator to useless. then again, why do people before me don't label the drum carefully? why do i didnt realizes the year is 05 and not 06. i hate it with all my heart.

i have to explain to the operator and face his anger, i hate it a little bit more,

i have to ask the line leader to ask the production pharmacist to arrange the repacking process.. I hate it more and more.

i dont know how this evening will end, i dont want to know what will happen. but i hate it too..

i can t go home, but i want to, because that is the best things to do.



have a wonderful monday...