Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Office Crap
I promised myself that I will never ever rant about my freakin' job again. At least not bore my family, close friends, bestfriend, boyfriend, and my soulfriend about how I hate every minute I spend in this office. I just reserve my complaints to myself. Nobody else deserves to suffer, I know.
But this morning, I found my officemate's blog and had a kick at her entry entitled, "10 Garcia Villa Street" (That's where our office is located) She enumerated the snags and perks of working here. Let me quote my favorite things she pointed out:
Snag #3: Manong guard thinks you're a stealing maid named (xxx) at 3 in the morning, when in fact you're just an overworked, underpaid slave going home at that undignified hour
Perk #2: Getting to spend 5 or so minutes in the early morning in a pollution-free environment, walking under a line of shady trees, doing 2 things that are very dear: thinking and spacing out.
Perk #4: Celebrating a couple of golden retrievers' birthday with spaghetti and ice cream =D
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On another news, birthdays make me sad. Ironic but true.
But this morning, I found my officemate's blog and had a kick at her entry entitled, "10 Garcia Villa Street" (That's where our office is located) She enumerated the snags and perks of working here. Let me quote my favorite things she pointed out:
Snag #3: Manong guard thinks you're a stealing maid named (xxx) at 3 in the morning, when in fact you're just an overworked, underpaid slave going home at that undignified hour
Perk #2: Getting to spend 5 or so minutes in the early morning in a pollution-free environment, walking under a line of shady trees, doing 2 things that are very dear: thinking and spacing out.
Perk #4: Celebrating a couple of golden retrievers' birthday with spaghetti and ice cream =D
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On another news, birthdays make me sad. Ironic but true.
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