One and a half year in working, I often wonder why I’m not feeling bored with my job. I wake up in the morning, maybe sleep a few more minutes, then get up, take a bath, eat my breakfast, brush my teeth, dress up, walk to the office, punch in, work.. After work, I punch out, walk home, cook dinner, eat dinner, go to sleep.
(Wow.. The good life huh? Boring.)
Yes. I know. It IS boring. Well, that is if you look at it THAT way.
The reason boils down to my friends. They overwhelm the drudgery I experience everyday. I owe it all to them.
(HAH! Emo.)
Fine fine.
I took a sh*t this morning.
Like that?
(Nice one! I feel better already.)
