It seems quite pathetic how being employed works. I have
fever and I’m still sitting in the freezing office with a throbbing headache
without an escape route in hand. To make matters worse, I have to attend a
storytelling session for children after two hours, which will not start on
time. My mother’s in town just to meet me and I’ll be given assignments
everyday while she is here knowing that no one is really interested in reading
them. This is probably my headache talking but I want to crib. I’m not allowed
to do potty talk anymore because I have been banned from doing so by the person
who usually seems to value my opinion. I want to complain to him but I fear he
is in deep slumber for the night is when he wakes, the morning, sleeps. Such an
owl, I tell you! I don’t think I know too many insomniacs anymore. THAT is
another doing of this bloody career that all of us are trying to build without
really wanting to. Maybe I do, secretly. Who knows?
Also, I would like to point out to anyone who is still
reading that I have been clumsy all day long. Sedate me! I have a whole new set
of scratches and bumps in various parts of my body. Oh, and my body aches in
ways I never imagined possible. I need a hug. And I don’t want the hugger to
let go till I fall asleep and drool on their shoulder or till my nose runs out
of mucus to smear on his/her shirt.
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