I would be lying if I said that I enjoyed coming to work everyday. I would rather be back in school, studying and enjoying the company of my friends. I miss those days when I had so much time in my hands. I miss those days I spent countless hours in Coffee Bean reading all my favourite novels.
I love the money I'm making right now. Nothing beats a commission based job. I've never liked the idea of sitting on an office waiting for a standard basic salary at the end of the month. I choose how much I want to earn and the best part is, I don't have to do all the hard work. Everyone in this company works on commission. The team leaders, to the managers to the higher management all enjoy this benefit. I have no qualms about this organisation but I'd rather be a school girl if I could turn back the clock, I would love packing my bag every night and waking up just in time for assembly and a whole day of classes. I miss school.
This week is packed with events. I've been doing my work but it seems to be a lackadaisical attempt to me. Hope no one realises that. But I'm tired of all the fatuous jokes that can be made or directed at me or at anyone around me. So much has been said and done, all in the name of JOKE.
And I keep reminding myself of all the blessings small or big that God has shown upon me.
I had someone mentioning about my blog to me yesterday. I love blogging. And I know I have some stoolies reading my blog. Snooping around to find if there is anything nice to chat about. I again, have no qualms about it. But, I secretly wish I could pick these stoolies and put them in a jar and shake it till their guts spill out and all that's left of them is a brownish liquid. Yeah!
I've been told I'm sardonic. =]
It's pisses me off when someone tells me what I would blog about. Don't tell me what to do. This is how I vent! And I like it this way. I've fallen out with friends who didn't like the contents in this blog. Too bad for them. Too bad about their perception about me. I don't give a fuck or even a the slightest damn about it. Snoop around for all you want but don't come back telling me, "Hey, so I bet you are going to blog about this or that, or about your Father!" I'm nice enough not to yell at you and tell you to Fuck the hell out of my face. But it annoys me.
So now, shoo off. You are welcome to read my blog. Java script codes never work. And I'm not bothered to go through the ordeal of getting a password for this blog. I appreciate the comments some of you give. Thank you. But for the rest that read and decide to annoy me, FUCK off darlings.
Bye to stoolies and hello to my darlings.....
