had to take a break and leave my station.
The constant chattering in some distinct sub-continent language was driving me bonkers as I had to no choice but to hear and not understand what they are saying.
Which is tempting me to say something in Filipino. Something really nasty.
Which is something that I shouldn't do as I did resolve to be nice this year even if the effort is bordering on herculean.
I loathe Sunday shifts. The holidays just really derailed the weekend offs and I have no choice but to trudge to work.
Things to meander whilst in the commute :
1. What am i going to wear later?
2. What am i going to cook for lunch?
3. What error did I commit this time?
4. Should I or should I not really consider joining the Filipino Diaspora bandwagon?
5. Why the hell can't I find a decent guy who can also claim to have found me? (Police and narcotics division not included)
and
6. Being a grown up sucks right now. Like, seriously.
Again, choices are limited and the best thing I can do is just to grimace through it all.
My brain and pockets hurt. And so does my back.
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