Sweet Intoxication of Brandy.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

tiring @ 3:00 AM

I guess that word pretty much sums up a lot of the feelings i had for the past week. Working till 5am and reaching home at 530am to wake up only 4hours later is a mental torture. Why do i feel like a cheap labour with work being the only thing i could and should do. I feel so deprived like my life is worthless. My colleague just quit with immediate notice, and use all her leave to contra the one month notice. Like how cool.. I can only wish i can muster the courage and have the ability to do just that.
Honestly I like auditing, but i hate the hours, and i hate my environment even more. The intern in my job think i am overstressed and get stressed too easily. Maybe i should relax more. But hell.. i am stressed, and i would feel less if i couldn't care less about the job. Maybe that is why the fellow assistant feel less stressed. But i think my main issue is i am unhappy with my team mates. The face they exhibit and the contempt i felt when they are talk to me is appalling. I wish i can just give them a piece of my mind because they annoy me. So much so that i always move to another room to work if i have the chance. I don't really know what is the problem, maybe it is me. I tried to make it work, but they just seems to treat me differently. Maybe i should ask them what is the issue but honestly speaking i can't really bother. It has grew on me that i should treat them with contempt too. This is not what should be done but whatever. Their negativity has rub off on me and I am feeling i shouldn't care about manners too.

Nobody

Name: Brandon

A broken bottle of liqueur,
Empty and stale without a single ripple.
Brewed in the forgotten year of 1984,
A spirit that none will tip to pour.
Lock up in a cold cellar of no summer or fall,
Maybe it has no right to ask for any more.
Will you buy it and bring it out to thaw,
Give it some warm or amore