Today is not a good day…
kyo wa yoi hi de wa nai
Started the day annoyed due to an stupid mundane activity that I must do. This morning, I was rudely reminded of one reality in my career. Seven years after a fruitful stint writing stories for lifestyle and Metro from leading newspapers, I am writing a pathetic excuse letter for one of the underlings. From reporter to glorified PA. The story of my life, people.
I was truly pissed off deep inside. I can’t help thinking why can’t these people learn to write basic business letters, for their effing sake! There I was, in my cutesy Japanese styled porma for the day writing an excuse letter for danged german measles.
As early as 12 noon, I am so convinced that this day is going to the dogs.
True enough, by 1PM one of the pseudo intellectuals was on my team’s case. I wanted to stuff my planner unto his mouth just to make him stop his useless yapping. By 2PM, I was nursing a full blown migraine and ready to commit murder. Half a day at work and I am already damned psychotic. It’s gonna be a happy, happy day 🙂
This is the tragedy of being nothing but a paid hack, the bottom feeder on the corporate ladder. Yeah, I got to wear nice clothes, eat really great food and go to some awesome place. But at the end of the day, I am paid to think and paid to produce something, anything even the most baka task possible. Sometimes, I look at some blogs and see all the great things some people get to do for a fee. And then I assess myself and I immediately go into a lonely rant on how miserable life can be sometimes.
So, anyway — yeah still at the office. Overtime does wonders not only for my bank account but on my sanity as well.