♥ My name is Alicia.
I go by ALMIGHTYALICIA on the net.
musings
Pop culture is my life.
I adore loud stuff and bright colours.
I am a HUGE movie buff. I also spend half my life watching various TV shows.
I practically worship the Moon. And I like observing the clouds.
If you are troubled on what to get me for my birthday or xmas or because you offended me and is asking for my forgiveness, here's a list that might work.
F.R.I.E.N.D.S DVD Season 1/2/3/4/7/8/9
SHERLOCK DVD Season 1/2
MODERN FAMILY DVD Season 1/2/3/4
I ALWAYS accept Cupcakes/Cakes
Only H&M fashion voucher if you must
Call/Text me to treat me a meal if everything fails
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Last day of work
Posted Sunday, September 16, 2012 // 12:17 pm
Purely pain
I woke up this morning at 9.30am feeling so sore all over my back. It was torture just climbing out of the bed. Cause every single muscle was making its point of pain. I thank the back massage machine the house owns, but even as I use it, it hurt a bunch before smoothing out the muscles. Yesterday was the hectic last day of work. I had a huge order than requires me to be in front of the oven for 3 hours straight. And that also means that my idiotic boss would be there to "assist" me. Honestly, she was a mess. I had three ovens on, which means three trays of piping hot plate in them, so I purposely prepared three egg crates to hold them so they don't burn the wooden tables. I had two tables open so I specially made one to be "The Preparing Table" and the other "The Hot Plates". So that everything was in order. Until she appear. She got me to take out a piping hot plate and changed its supposed location like twice. And mind you, it is fucking hot and the plate just gets hotter and hotter the longer I hold it in my hands. And she was just in my way and all, doing everything to mess me up. My poor, poor hands. Seriously. I had the flavours down to make sure what I was baking in what tray, and she is just blind to check it out herself. Bloody hell. And she messed up the topping a couple times. Which is frustrating cause at the end of the day, blames on me. The rest of the day was just really poor sales. Until 3.40pm, which is really just 1 hour 20 minutes away from my last minute of work. A sudden surge of beings just wiped out the entire cabinet and I was left with tiny selections. Which means I have to bake again and that takes at least more than an hour. I had to work overtime for my last day of work. LAST DAY OF WORK. Major cries. So I had to rush the trays. Total frustration emitting from my body please. So It's over. It's all over. Let me rejoice a little.
