Blessed, my foot

What a miserable day filled with miserable worms! I want to curse every single of them. Damn them all!

I can't believe after a few days I said I was more blessed, something like this happens.

If there is ever a chance I am offered the job, I will very happily reject it. If ever they ask me whether I would like to join the company, I will say you can take the job and shove it. You s***kers.

Frankly, I don't need your miserable job in that miserable company. It isn't even a good place to travel to. I don't need your pitiful amount of cash, if I ever need that to survive, I'd have starve.

I'm young. I'm head-strong. I'm stubborn. If I can't be that now, when will I have the chance to be? When I'm old enough to have proper responsibilities and desperate for a job?

Obviously I have dreams. I dream of a better tomorrow. This job just tells me that if I don't look hard and deep enough, I'll suffer and pay deeply.

But, I guess, there's a salvation. First, I didn't choose this, I was forced into it. So, I can hate it for all I care. Secondly, I would never have chose this stupid job anyway. Thirdly, it is temporary! I thank all the gods for this fact.

At least, when I get the money and run, I can say good riddance to bad rubbish with relish and spend it on something that is worth a hundred times more than this sorry company.

I want to curse them with every curse and hex known. If it isn't illegal, I want to AK them.

9 more weeks.