Good Lord…the last thing I want to do is whine like a beeyatch but imma do it cause ...cause I can.
I hate work. There are times when I really enjoy what I do but as of late, I’ve come to despise coming to this place every friggin day. I’m so sick of it. I’m afraid to sleep because I know when I wake up, I have to invest so much effort into showering, getting dressed and saying goodbye to my son just so I could torture myself with yet another boredom-infested day in this hole.
The irony of it all though is that when I stay home, I miss it. I miss sitting in my chair with my view of luscious green outside bordered by the blue of the ocean which on windy days is tinted with the white of waves breaking. I miss the soft whirring of my fan as it tries its best to keep an air c-deprived office cool. And most of all I miss my best friend Internet who brings life to the bored, knowledge to the idiot and best of all, brings geologically divided friends into one room where all day everyday we gossip, we talk, we laugh and tease each other till we hear that familiar siren go off indicating the end of yet another day at work.