Call me a coward, I dont care much.
The thought of taking "urgent" leave in the name of any well fed reason/excuse lingered on my head since 6am before I decides finally after 45 mins later to execute it.

Dad's not working today too so it rather peaceful and warm(figuratively speaking) @ home.

I cant decide enough how much I thought coming out to work aint the life I seek. Like anyone's really seeking for that kinda life.
I long for a job that is more mild and less aggressive. It is mentally torturing to face such ugly faces all day long and they exist almost everywhere that spells corporate.

Time after time, I thought of leaving.
But sometimes the 'human' factor of here and the having no notion of what's next, and too early to leave makes me think twice about that thought.

Is life here so predictable and stereotypical?
Can't we just do something more?Or the problem just lies with us?

I tried very hard to motivate myself @ work.But it all combusted to nothing but mere frustrations and boredom.

I lies at the point whereby I fear one wrong move could mark regret all over the face and it is possibly irreversible.

I hate to think and admit that sometimes with a lil' more money on hand as back up, it is much easier to risk cos' you still fall back on mattress if you fall.

Anyway...
I know that no matter what 'plans' that B-O-S-S has on hands for me, I dont care.
She is much getting on my nerves with every passing day.
Or rather on our nerves.

So I thought...this December should be the final month I'm here till I serve notice and farewell.

Shite!