Not Enough

For the sake of clarification: I'm not hating my job. I just don't love it enough to be able to enjoy it. I don't love it enough to wake my self up in the morning with a full spirit, nor to switch my voice to a happy tone every time I answer the phone call. I don't love it enough to deliberately give up my lazy hazy weekends for work. I just don't.  

But once again, I'm not hating it. I just can't find a way to fully love it. Not to mention the pressure I've got from crazy people in the office: the backstabbers, the tattlers, the fawners. You name it.

Oh-well. Who am I kidding anyway. I HATE MY JOB! I f*cking hate it and can't stop thinking about quitting in every second even when I'm asleep. I dream about it every night. I dream about running away and breaking my self free. Maybe I should just do it right away rather than whining in my blog, no?

Okay, now let's play one sweet love song for every one.

Not Today

What is it with Monday morning? The universe seems to conspire to make my life miserable. The power unexpectedly went out and then the water halted the very minute I woke up. Luckily, there's still some water left in a bucket, just enough for me to take a quick shower. 

The thing is, I haven't washed my hair for three days so it gets really greasy. But, if I washed my hair then I would have to tame it with blow dryer and flat iron, which impossible to do. Power outage, remember? Then I got this brilliant (or at least I thought) idea. I washed only my bangs so I could easily style it. But I was wrong and now my hair behaves like a b*tch. And I forgot to iron my shirt last night thus this morning I have to wear same wardrobe from last week.

So, yeah, I don't feel so smurfing happy today, you evil wizard. Well, what do you expect? I've got a weird hair and a stinky shirt, for smurf's sake!

Don't Shout at Me, Biatch!

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You, woman.

I don't know what's going on in that little grey cells of yours. But I tell you what, you can't just yell at people because you think you are superior to others, which in fact you are NOT. In my humble opinion, you should really really leave that biatchtitude behind before someone wrings your neck. I mean it, seriously.

And just take off your mask, show the world your true colors. It's no use, I know a hypocrite when I see one.