Today was a bad, bad day at work. Every single day I find that I despise that place more and more. My boss is a fucking lazy ass of a woman and she terribly needs to put her priorities in order.

I'm not in the mood to go all dickens (New word which, apparently, means short story long) so here's what I'll tell you: She didn't let Mai do a cash-count of her money even though Jen's money came up short; she took out her frustration/anger/menopause-ikaw-ba-yan on poor, sweet Mai.

Mai ang I just shook our heads and forced ourselves to laugh. I gave her a quick hug and told her "We'll laugh about this later," and I know we will. It won't be long until we're lounging on some beach, sippin' pina coladas, talking about how great life finally is after it has been so cruel, too cruel to the both of us. She'll be rich from all her nursing bleh and I'll be... content from teaching. And we'll be happy. Happy.

I can't wait to put this all behind me.

---------------
Do you know that there's such a thing as a Doctor of Theology? I didn't. Apparently it's the equivalent of a Ph.D. in theology. Thanks for the info, mom.

My mom wants me to get a Th.D. Nakakaiyak. Nakakaiyak talaga. It's one of two things: she has no idea I'm not interested in theology or anything and everything that has anything and everything to do with God, religion and faith, or she just doesn't care that my heart's somewhere else. Life is more unbearable than it has to be because of my family.

I don't want to die. I just want to fake my own death.

Labels: me

kitten posted @ 8:13 PM