Dear diary

Life as we know it ain't as ideal as the one we have in our mind. I always knew I'd rather be a bit poorer than to trade all my time for money. So, I was given the chance to try what if I have a bit more money, but I will have to trade in most of my time. Work from 8 to 8, to 10 even, working on Saturdays and Sundays. Apart from losing count on the date, I might actually go crazy.

I don't know why I'm different. People generally go =) when they know they can work over time to earn the extra bucks. I just don't. In fact, I feel depressed. And it's not even here yet. Again, another 12 working days straight in a row. I can't take it, but I have to. I just have to.

Sigh... To think of bored and neglected Joyce, untrimmed hair, unwashed car, etc etc, it is really getting harder to breathe these days. I was promised the land of no OT. Seems like it's a broken promise yet again.

Would the new intake share the workload soon? Will I finally get back all the time that I should have? Or is there any job on Earth that doesn't need their employee to work OT at all?