Its 3:30 in the afternoon, and I already feel like crap. That's what happens when deadlines are suddenly shoved down your throat like bad medicine - you're supposed to take it, but it still tastes like something you left on you plate for 5 days straight.
I want to go home, or some other place where I don't have to deal with anything that's job related, but I can't. That's the price of getting 2,700 thousand pesos every payday, minus taxes. And to think that I have to endure hours of staying in line just to get it. I don't think its worth it, but you never know what the future holds. I only hope it isn't more crap.
Well then. Back to work, you sluggard.