This is my desk.
I was sitting in front of my desk when our project leader gave me a couple of tasks for the week a good five minutes after I got myself a cup of coffee. I just nodded in acknowledgment and didn’t budge from my seat. The next thing that happened was all too surreal for me, I found myself crying all of a sudden. I guess this is what stress has done to me, aside from my unflattering eye bags that seem to balloon every week.
It’s been ten months since I was hired by the company. A lot has happened in the office and it has been excruciatingly painful to see. I know a lot about what’s happened and it’s all too dramatic and shocking. I swear it’d be an awesome mafia flick–think private investigators and the whole shebang.
Anyway, I need to find a new job. I can’t stand to be surrounded by people who hold positions bigger than what they puny brain can handle. I can’t stand hearing a certain someone brag about what he has done for the company when in fact it’s just all in his pathetic imagination. I could go on and on about how much I hate this person I work with.
The only thing that’s keeping me sane here is the fact that P’s here (I love you Babe!) even though we only see each other at the end of the day.
I can’t wait to hand over my resignation letter and see the look on this person’s face. I know their work flow will be severely affected the second I leave the office. And that’s exactly what I want to happen. It’ll be sort of my revenge for the shit that has happened (and will happen) to my friends-slash-officemates.