merry xmas 2007
07-12-24
12:54:52, 分类: 私语 merry xmas 2007
Merry Christmas to you girl.
It is 8:00 a.m., Dec 25, 2007. Still, you are awake.
After another night of work, and another bastard. Bastard, he said, men are bastard. Big bastard, small bastard. You feel you have been worn out.
From 7: 30 in the evening, worked until 4:30 in the morning. Sometimes, up to 5:00. When you finished your work, it was getting bright outside.
He said, no matter what happen in your life, you would remember the time you work in Laurent Bakery.
The crazy hours, the sore feet (I don’t want to stand for even one second after work), the factory like a labyrinth, full of identical doors of different sections and fridges. The sour smell goes up with the steam when cleaning staff are washing the floors.
You kept laughing and singing, otherwise you would fall asleep. You swore never buy almond croissants, and didn’t want to touch smith apple anymore.
He has no sympathy for you. Working in Xmas eve, so what? You earn money, life goes on. You know it is true. You have gone a long long way to become this tough.
You have gone a long long way to become this tough. You think you can tell lies from the truth. You don’t want to hear “I love you” anymore, if the person saying that doesn’t mean that.
You have become this tough. You know how to threaten the bastard boss, how to calm down and smile.
You have become this tough. You stand on your own feet and feel proud of yourself than never before.
You have become this tough, through all the sneers and affronts. You have learnt how to smile back and fight back.
Keep your head up, girl. Hold it up. You know sweet dreams are made of this.
One day you will travel around the seven seas, and you will have an amazing life.
You have no idea where you are gonna be, but wherever you want to be, you will be there; whatever you want to get, you will get it. Coz you fight hard for it.
I wish you a fantastic new year, and a promised future, girl.
It is 8:00 a.m., Dec 25, 2007. Still, you are awake.
After another night of work, and another bastard. Bastard, he said, men are bastard. Big bastard, small bastard. You feel you have been worn out.
From 7: 30 in the evening, worked until 4:30 in the morning. Sometimes, up to 5:00. When you finished your work, it was getting bright outside.
He said, no matter what happen in your life, you would remember the time you work in Laurent Bakery.
The crazy hours, the sore feet (I don’t want to stand for even one second after work), the factory like a labyrinth, full of identical doors of different sections and fridges. The sour smell goes up with the steam when cleaning staff are washing the floors.
You kept laughing and singing, otherwise you would fall asleep. You swore never buy almond croissants, and didn’t want to touch smith apple anymore.
He has no sympathy for you. Working in Xmas eve, so what? You earn money, life goes on. You know it is true. You have gone a long long way to become this tough.
You have gone a long long way to become this tough. You think you can tell lies from the truth. You don’t want to hear “I love you” anymore, if the person saying that doesn’t mean that.
You have become this tough. You know how to threaten the bastard boss, how to calm down and smile.
You have become this tough. You stand on your own feet and feel proud of yourself than never before.
You have become this tough, through all the sneers and affronts. You have learnt how to smile back and fight back.
Keep your head up, girl. Hold it up. You know sweet dreams are made of this.
One day you will travel around the seven seas, and you will have an amazing life.
You have no idea where you are gonna be, but wherever you want to be, you will be there; whatever you want to get, you will get it. Coz you fight hard for it.
I wish you a fantastic new year, and a promised future, girl.
