I swear I really love my work now. I mean, my supervisor finally made me say yes to her incessant question of if I could work overtime, and I did! And I didn't even complain.

I don't know why... although I was really sleepy and my feet hurts so bad, I was having fun at work.

Maybe because some of the residents said nice things about me:

old lady 1: ur a nice girl...
me: thank you, i think ur nice too...

old lady 2: u are so beautiful (I swear she said this!)
me: who me?
old lady 2:yes, you are gorgeous...
me: thanks... u r beautiful too
old lady 2: and u dress nicely too ( she said this even though I'm wearing a filthy shirt - all the dirt from washing the dishes clings to my shirt)

hehe. I am a sucker for compliments! I am so vain! haha