6.25pm, and I'm home. Wait a minute. I'm HOME? Not working?
NO, not really.

I woke up at 10.45am today, rushed to get ready, bought lunch for myself costing me $2.80, left hurriedly for work at about 12.30pm to catch my bus in time to get to work by 1.30pm, only to realise later on that I could work for 2 measely hours due to my allergy reaction to the dust at work, or so the doctor said. While working like a dog for that 2 hrs, my ears swelled up and turned red with itch and my arms started popping some rashes here and there. Left for the clinic at about 3.30pm and forked out a sum of 25 bucks for medication as well as my 2days MC. How the hell am I suppose to work in retail without having to come to terms with the existence of dust!?
Bottomline is that I went to work to spend money, not earn any, considering the fact that I'm paid by the hours I work. FUCK. Spent on my transport and food for nothing.

Looks like I won't be working tomorrow, and my second evaluation on this condition can only be done on Thursday. Hopefully all goes well on that day 'cos I need to be well on that day for a certain reason. What could be worse than missing out on 2 days worth of 16 hours work that could have paid me 16X$7=$112 worth of salary? Having to pay an extra $25 for missing out on the 2 days. Fate is penalizing an innocent victim, ie ME.

I wonder if the hospital would accept my blood should I ever donate any of it, knowing the countless problems that I face with my immune system and what not.

Life can be such a bitch to me sometimes.