It sucks...

... when you feel like committing murder but know you are not capable of it
... when you feel like strangling a person to death and you can't because his or her boss pays for your income
... when you feel like banging a person's head against the wall but you can't because his or her blood runs in you
... when you get shit dumped on you and even though it's not your shit you still have to clear it
... when you get blamed for the shit dumped on you when you are not the one who came up with the shit in the first place
... when you wish you could clone yourself but you can't
... when you wish you could switch off your heart and not care but find that you can't
... when you find that no one bothers to listen to you, even when you scream your heart out
... when you find yourself talking to a wall (no wonder they don't listen... silly me)

Gosh it's Monday again.
Still have to deal with my beloved client "Auntie thousand wind" .... I swear to God there are hundreds of times during my less than 2 months stay here that I was really tempted to tell her to go and "F*** off!!"

O well...
Not as if I had not been thru shit before, rite? Bring it on, auntie! I shall change your name to "Auntie thousand fart" instead.... the earlier name is too pretty for you.

Bring it on! Who's afraid of the big bad fart.
(sorry for the disgusting pseudonym)