Gosh...
Seriously, how quick time flies.
It came to my mind that its already 9 of May today. Which means... I've already worked for a month! (Congrats to myself)
Yes, being a missy.... Its really tough.
I've being asked to produce so so much consecutively. Especially in my situation.
Preceptor is good, far too good.
Those feelings of stress can't be describe or illustrate through pure simple words.
At times, I'm even afraid that i can't make it to probation. Its this bad.
I'm trying my best to stay positive.
But negative thoughts just come running in and out my brain waves.
Right now, I'm caught in between my stress peak level.
In front of my loved ones, how could i breakthrough to tell them how bad it is at work.
Neither do i know how to explain to them how stress I am.
Sometimes, I just cry to sleep.
& then when I wakes up the next day, Its another day yet again.
That's how i motivate myself.
But, I'm overloaded.......
*Miss Rx badly too... Its a month to June soon.. He left us physically for so so long. Visiting him isn't enough.. But it felt close.
Could never forget how he looks like.
Could never forget the day I'm broke with the news.
Could never forget how bad we all took it..
Could never forget him....
How could I?
