“You got a sty on your eye!” said Sarah, as she checked my bag.

“Yup. I got it.” I stifled a laugh, and wore my shades again.

My eye got an infection from this really high-end brand and my absolute carelessness when it comes to taking make-up off. I got sent home from work, although it was a relief— it was also somehow horrible because I’m still a trainee; and any inconvenience I would cause is just unacceptable.

I guess when time and life really wanted to have fun by pulling a trick on you, it will be really nasty. The other day, I was scheduled to open alone- and to my horror, it was also the day when our GM decided to lounge around the register. And the tricks were well played, I really fucked up my work. I normally don’t, I normally wouldn’t have any discrepancies even if I’m only a trainee (because boy do I review the things needed to be done!) but of all days to mess up…

She was there. The big boss was there.

Of all freakin days.

And now this.

Sigh.

I need to review my notes again, and do my best the next day I’m working…