I hate writing and coming up with what is known as "political correct" answers.
You know, you wish to say something bad about that certain country but can only hold your tongue because it would mean war?
I hated it! I want to shout it out loud. But, alas, I can't, because I have a front to keep up. A facade, you may say. This is life. This is what it means by white lies. I can only put my insults in a nice package and delivered it via mailman.
Today was better. Partly, I think because the boss isn't in. I swear, he has some sort of obsessive-compulsive disorder, he has to have things all done to perfection.
Bloody brilliant, we are not designers or studying design, and yet he expect us to design all sort of stupid posters for the office. What are we, fools? He had us labelling the whole office with stupid terms like this and that. God, inwardly, I was rolling my eyes all the sheer stupidity of it.
Why would someone want to label the toilet, fridge and bench? Huh? Tell me.
Hmmm, 9 weeks more. It has been difficult to pass this week. But, as the days blend together and I taking one day at a time, it can only improve.
