I loathe having a female boss.
Women by nature tend to be spiteful, wicked and highly driven by resent. God created them hormonal, and while they're PMSing, may the Lord give strength, patience and endurance to anyone annoying them let alone crossing their paths.
Hell hath no fury but I seem to be the target of a slithering snake who dislikes the fact that I do not show vehement interest to the tasks she sets upon me. What to do? Her work is tiresome, monotonous and has caused me bodily ailments such as backache. I cannot bring out my creativity and my personality is crushed. I've told you before, I have chosen the wrong career and moving to a creative one would be too big a risk since the right degree is needed to go anywhere these days.
I thought I was unique in the ability to excel in my work only when I approached it with passion, ardor and zealousness. But as it turns out, I am not the only one and plenty have quit high ranking positions only because they've lost that fiery passion. I cannot see myself doing the same type of mundane laborious work in another 2 years time. That is why I have my plan B ready (if only my papers get signed). Here's a known fact about myself: if you'd like to kill me, the best way is to bore me to death for everything will turn bitter grey and all I shall hear is Blah Blah Blah.
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Not so long ago, I strutted into a boutique in the Latin Quarter and had a friendly convo with the Brazilian sales ladies. Before leaving, I was given a string that I made 3 wishes on with each knot and left. My 3 wishes were actually one. And I am still wearing this kabbalah look-alike string on my wrist hoping that when it breaks, my 'simple', attainable wish (career-linked) shall come true.
I am not at a position which I can quit this job that easily, so for now, I will hang on to that wish. And universe, you know very well what it is.
Loving this look.
Hell hath no fury but I seem to be the target of a slithering snake who dislikes the fact that I do not show vehement interest to the tasks she sets upon me. What to do? Her work is tiresome, monotonous and has caused me bodily ailments such as backache. I cannot bring out my creativity and my personality is crushed. I've told you before, I have chosen the wrong career and moving to a creative one would be too big a risk since the right degree is needed to go anywhere these days.
I thought I was unique in the ability to excel in my work only when I approached it with passion, ardor and zealousness. But as it turns out, I am not the only one and plenty have quit high ranking positions only because they've lost that fiery passion. I cannot see myself doing the same type of mundane laborious work in another 2 years time. That is why I have my plan B ready (if only my papers get signed). Here's a known fact about myself: if you'd like to kill me, the best way is to bore me to death for everything will turn bitter grey and all I shall hear is Blah Blah Blah.
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Not so long ago, I strutted into a boutique in the Latin Quarter and had a friendly convo with the Brazilian sales ladies. Before leaving, I was given a string that I made 3 wishes on with each knot and left. My 3 wishes were actually one. And I am still wearing this kabbalah look-alike string on my wrist hoping that when it breaks, my 'simple', attainable wish (career-linked) shall come true.
I am not at a position which I can quit this job that easily, so for now, I will hang on to that wish. And universe, you know very well what it is.
Loving this look.
Till we meet again, Sedeso
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