The 7th day of work

istening to helen reddy tell me that he gives her love-love-love-love-crazy love….

ahh….

I was so drained yesterday. When my supervisor asked me to account for what i did – somehow the work that i did wasn’t properly quantified and it appeared that i did next to f— all. and i felt so so stressed because I wasn’t skiving and wanted to perform as well as I can in this job. Thankfully, at the end of the day – she came to my room and asked me to leave and enjoy my weekend.

somedays my work feels like a big-o-bitching session where the women come in and complain abt Life/God/Fate and unsupportive men.
But children. children are loved usually unconditional