I feel so motivated to do my journal/thesis about my practicum experience for an airline. Finally, something to get away from the the free! feels.
Until I fucking realized.
That I worked for Qantas.
The flag carrier of Australia, filled with Australian people with Australian accent who’ll go to their direct flight to Sydney which is wow, in Australia.
The Lord is testing me.
- <b> Me:</b> Mom, hug me, they broke my otp<p><b>Mom:</b> *hugs*<p><b>Me:</b> ...<p><b>Mom:</b> ... what's an otp?<p>