And all these days...
I'm
dying.
Critical managers, miserly bosses.
Harsh realities of life indeed.
I think it's the same everywhere.
You have to bear some kind of shit no matter where you work,
Whether it's your superiors, your clients, or simply your colleagues.
I need to get a life, and maybe a new job.
In one of some rare moments,
I went back to Chinablack on wed after work.
No sign of the doorbitch.
There won't be any excuse to turn us away anyway.
We brought our ICs~!
*sticks out tongue*
Okay, sorry for the childish moment there.
Anyway, it was fun, though the drinks were extremely watered down.
Luckily I drank some before going down.
But ya, according to my friend we chose the wrong bar.
It was still very fun though.
A time that must be cherish, since our dearest friend is going off soon.
Enough crapping.
Reached home at 6am.
Big thanks to Ali again.
And talked on the way.
Too pent up, too frustrated,
And just a mistake to mark off the section of a life which cannot be touched or understood by anyone,
But the person him/herself.
And when everything escaped from your realm of control,
All others can do is to stand and watch.
I hate feeling helpless.
But I hate making things worse more.
Sigh.
