The signs (Part1)...

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Last Saturday morning, our immediate supervisor announced that everyone from the morning shift will be transfered to graveyard shift starting next Mondat due to some "chenges in arrangements" made by the bogus Gods. At first, I wasn't surprised because i know that i am expected to tender work during night shift every end of the month. But then when he turned to my co-worker who is an expectant Mom and told her to join us too - I flinched. What!? I was like, "Are you trying to tell us that it's time to endure the dreaded GY... forever!?" He said he coudn't do anything about it, it was the decision of the management. To hell with their irrational and inconsidarate decisions!When did they ever care for their employees? And i don't care if fiddler's fart! If they have no choice but to take that step for whatever reason they blindly believe, well... that leaves us without a choice too, but to leave this hell in rotten luck! With my simmering blood, I walked along jobstreet again. I haven't done this for a long time, really. Mainly because of dormancy or pure luck of determination to exert a minute effort to move on from here. As I've said a lot of times, I've been planning to leave - I'm just waiting for the right moment to embark on a new journey. Now I try to look at it this way; this may be the right time and I surely hope it is.