Lately, I haven't been able to leave the office without a headache. My performance has not been as good as I want. But the biggest pressure, aside from the ridiculous numbers that we have to hit, is the fact that my very good friend H is now my supervisor which means my performance directly affects her standing. And she's relying on me to a lot. Gawd, it's killing me.
Another thing that I want to rant about is my non-existent dating life. Notice how I didn't even say love life?
I miss the sensible conversations. I miss the sweet nothings. I miss the kabaduyan. It's crazy because years ago I was so cynical. Now I'm just hopeless and uber stressed out.
This would be the perfect time to get away and find some welcome distraction.
P.S.
I think my new belt smiled at me last night.
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