Oooohhh f*****************************k!
It’s about time. Well, actually, they postponed it. My annual appraisal and worth to the company. I wonder if the blood, sweat, tears and m-f curses were all worth it. And at the rate my body is becoming a medicine cabinet with all the pills I am imbibing… sheeeeeeeshhhhhh………
I am sick and freaking tired of it. Of it all. It makes me depressed just thinking about it. Every Sunday night I go into withdrawal symptoms and get super grouchy. The office. The work. The super nonsensical bitchiness of slay or be slayed. (I love what I do, please don’t get me wrong.)
I donno lah. I just want to take off, without a care. To where, I don’t know. Sometimes I sit on the throne and just cry… hot silent angry tears. Frustration. Desperation.
The money is good. But not ‘hell-yeah’ kind of super good. Personally, for the shit I have been wading through the past year, I hope I have done enough for a promotion and a raise. Once I get it in black and white… its time to look through classifieds. But actually I am just waiting for that godforsaken white letter before I make any big moves.
But being in a very specialized field, it’s not exactly a walk in the park trying to get a new job. And from the way I left my former company… I don’t think I will be welcomed back there, or its sister company in this lifetime. Ask me personally, and I’ll tell you what I did. haha… that one took guts.
So many paths lie before me. Which one to choose? Knowing that whatever decision I make will affect others… makes it all the more difficult.
Oh blardee hell…. Why didn’t anyone tell me it life would be f*d up like this?
FishFood anyone?
It’s about time. Well, actually, they postponed it. My annual appraisal and worth to the company. I wonder if the blood, sweat, tears and m-f curses were all worth it. And at the rate my body is becoming a medicine cabinet with all the pills I am imbibing… sheeeeeeeshhhhhh………
I am sick and freaking tired of it. Of it all. It makes me depressed just thinking about it. Every Sunday night I go into withdrawal symptoms and get super grouchy. The office. The work. The super nonsensical bitchiness of slay or be slayed. (I love what I do, please don’t get me wrong.)
I donno lah. I just want to take off, without a care. To where, I don’t know. Sometimes I sit on the throne and just cry… hot silent angry tears. Frustration. Desperation.
The money is good. But not ‘hell-yeah’ kind of super good. Personally, for the shit I have been wading through the past year, I hope I have done enough for a promotion and a raise. Once I get it in black and white… its time to look through classifieds. But actually I am just waiting for that godforsaken white letter before I make any big moves.
But being in a very specialized field, it’s not exactly a walk in the park trying to get a new job. And from the way I left my former company… I don’t think I will be welcomed back there, or its sister company in this lifetime. Ask me personally, and I’ll tell you what I did. haha… that one took guts.
So many paths lie before me. Which one to choose? Knowing that whatever decision I make will affect others… makes it all the more difficult.
Oh blardee hell…. Why didn’t anyone tell me it life would be f*d up like this?
FishFood anyone?
If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work.
Kahlil Gibran
