Can I officially say I really despise my job?
I wouldn’t be able to be this open in my other blog, because you never know who’s reading it. I feel like I’m trap in this huge undetonated bubble. The boss is beginning to show signs of deprecation towards me and it isn’t helping that I’ve been compared to with another colleague. Seriously, it doesn’t benefit when it comes to motivational boost.
Life’s too short for mumbo jumbos of unwanted certainties to be happening. Deal or be dealt with. Sigh. Roller coaster of emotions is flooding in right now and I’m drowning.
I’ve been wanting to write for days but I can’t seem to let myself to. As if mopping all night long in my room isn’t despairing enough. Staring at the computer screen for a good long hour, spacing out. Whatever is in the head, it’s not cooperating well enough to sort things out for this languished soul.
To claim that I need a vacation is contradicting enough, it’s not as if I hadn’t had any vacation since New Years. There are times when I’m convinced the world is out to get me, for some uncanny reason. Strangely, it feels that way.
I really go to sway myself to get out of this dysfunctional imbecilic nonsense sooner or later. If I really wanted to be content, that humongous butt of mine needs more than a nudge.
Sucks to be me,…sometimes.
Real elation is when you feel you could touch a star without standing on tiptoe. ~Doug Larson
