10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.

I'm leaving people. I'm leaving soon. I'm suppose to be happy about it, but it seems that I'm not. I don't really know the reason why.

It's always the time when I'm about to leave, things change. Suddenly, I began to have such cool officers watching over us. Suddenly, I began to have new cool temp staffs to hang out with. Suddenly, they treat me like one of the most important staff around.

And suddenly, I start to smile whenever I see this quiet guy. We call him 'Sports Shoe'. Why? Cos' he wears sports shoe with his formal attire. I'm surprised it works for him.

I'm starting to regret to leave so soon. But the constant thoughts of handling difficult customers made me stand to my decision. I'm so sick of them! It's time for me to try something new without having to handle customers!

But even if I leave this place, I'm definitely going to miss everyone. Be it the black-faced staffs, the half-bald security guards, handphone freak policeman, blur temps, gay clients, nut-cased members, acid-faced convicts; you name it! I'm so going to miss them all. I won't be surprised if I wake up at 6 am when I'm not supposed to.

What life. Sighs. Still counting my days.