Yet, more sensless bitching
*sigh*
What am I to do...
I'm sitting here, having a bud (well not really). I mean, I'm sitting here in thanksgiving day which might actually be the laziest day ever at work. I mean, all the gringoes are surely celebrating with their families and shit, and of course, no one is going to call for technical support with their DSL line, right?
Well, so, I am here with absolutely nothing to do and bored out of my seashell (I have NO idea where THAT came from!), and waiting for a call. For some reason, while reading some of my old journal entries, I got all nostalgic and feel quite a bit bloo (I should seriously STOP doing that at work! Reading my journal, that is). I am not sure if it is the lack of social contact (always the loner) the fact that today it is supposed to be a day to get together (for the US citizens) and I'm here stuck alone and bored, or simply the old hopelessness of life ever kicking in. Yes, it might be that, actually.
*sigh*
I wonder, sometimes...
*sigh*
It doesn't even make sense to write in here anymore. What is the use of venting, if...
*sigh*
Too broken...
What am I to do...
I'm sitting here, having a bud (well not really). I mean, I'm sitting here in thanksgiving day which might actually be the laziest day ever at work. I mean, all the gringoes are surely celebrating with their families and shit, and of course, no one is going to call for technical support with their DSL line, right?
Well, so, I am here with absolutely nothing to do and bored out of my seashell (I have NO idea where THAT came from!), and waiting for a call. For some reason, while reading some of my old journal entries, I got all nostalgic and feel quite a bit bloo (I should seriously STOP doing that at work! Reading my journal, that is). I am not sure if it is the lack of social contact (always the loner) the fact that today it is supposed to be a day to get together (for the US citizens) and I'm here stuck alone and bored, or simply the old hopelessness of life ever kicking in. Yes, it might be that, actually.
*sigh*
I wonder, sometimes...
*sigh*
It doesn't even make sense to write in here anymore. What is the use of venting, if...
*sigh*
Too broken...