today marks the 3rd month 12th day at work and still, i hate my job. "hate" may be too mild a word. Detest? abhor? it's somewhere along that line. the only positivity there is, is to be able to have the whole 4 cubicles to myself. i can fb, i can stone, and i can fb some more. but nowadays i'm being surrounded by indians. they took over my hiding place at work and half of my desk. now i'm cramped in this small space, have to deal with indian songs (Oh yeah)and yes, it smells "good" here. alrights, they are nice people although i've yet to speak to any of them, only politely declined their invitation to a morrocan cookie.

on hindsight i have no idea what i have been doing these couple of weeks. im trying to recall but everything just seems hazy.


i just have to endure 8 more weeks.