men have turned into bitchy beings, pms-ing throughout the day. i long to quit my job. working for 2 people at the same time, both with different styles, and both demanding that their load gets done first is just too hectic for me. the reason i'm staying? experience, and a stamp of 'survivor' on my forehead. i'm overworked and underpaid. weekends aren't as relaxing as i thought. i leave the office on friday, thinking about monday. i stayed up once, in the office till almost midnight, and the radio is my saviour. once, a colleague and i forgot to turn off the radio in the morning when the introverted arse walked in, and he demanded we turn it off. gone are the sounds of coldplay and as soon as the office turned into a morgue, he made it harder by blasting the soundtrack of mission impossible. yes, the instrumental one. when we cursed silently, he changed it to opera.

i've been drafting out fucking affidavits and garnishee orders, some of which my older colleagues have never done even after working for almost a year. do they see something in me that says 'give me the hard job?'. and when i draft out terrible ones, they say 'you have to learn to ask your colleagues'. oh yes, i've asked them a trillion times, and they all have never even heard of the word 'garnishee order'. so what the fuck am i supposed to do? wait for God to tell me?

in the meantime, since i'm already in charge of the harder stuff, and they'd probably drop dead if i left (not trying to sound proud but they'd face hell if there's no one to blame), i should just look for another job where i can work for ONE person, with a BETTER pay before i drop dead. i'll give it 2 more weeks.

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