FREAKY FRIDAY

A week of turmoil has ended. And yet again, I am burnt-out. It it weren't for the people who got absent from work today, we should have been dancing and counting sheeps in the field. It was the total opposite. All of us spent our last day of work tending with customers with no educational background, who have not even attended college. Those who do not know the word please stored in their chicken brain. And believe me, cases today are the most unusual ones. Cases that I have not encountered in my entire stay here in this program.

Everything is just so wrong today. Except for my hair. My oh-so-lovely-hair that seems to have had so much praises, more so than those low-life beings who have won the Oscars. And who's complaining, I know it's hot. Burning like hell. Sweet. I guess it was blessing in disguise that I have made my curly hair so long to let it be styled like this. I so love it.

But aside from my good hairday, everything is just so screwed up. My pimple in my chin had grown so big it looked like a damn mini-face disguising as a pimple. Those idiots had grouped in throngs and asked for reinforcements that it had made it so much like a power-ranger robot stuck in my face. Good thing my hair gets to be noticed more than my nasty colossal pimple.

Aside from my pimple, I was late for work. I was so lazy I planned on skipping working. But my charlatan brain cells had decided that hey-go-to-work-it's-friday-no-calls-today! and poor me I believed them. Right after I got comfy with my seat, calls seem to just haunt me. And people with such behavoiral problems seem to know where I am. They find me like I have this LOSERS-THIS-WAY sign screaming at their faces. And there are no supervisors. How's that for a day, huh?

(Takes a deep breath)

Gees, this is so damn tiring. I so need love. And I don't know how to emphasis enough. Hahahaha!