whinings of a nyt shift slave, again.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
it's june 1 oledy!!! time really flies, but i did not have fun. miss grouchy grouch here. but hey, im not pessimistic, im still hoping that this month will be a great one for me. that goes for the next coming months...
as mentioned previously, i've been forcibly thrown into the graveyard zone. graveyard, sounds more to me like a resting place. somewhere peaceful and quiet. hhmmm.. can i have another definition, please?
i've managed to withstand four long months of working in an abnormal time zone. having to sleep when the sun is still in all its glory, when all my friends are having out there having fun, when family is having some bonding activities, when everyone around is wide awake. waking up just when everyone is coming home already. working when everyone is in dreamland, stuck in their comfy beds.
i practically have no social life. no connection whatsoever. i often feel that i'm a castaway. like i was deported into another world, a refugee in this world i found.
sorry for the unending whinings, i just need to get this off. lest, it would spoil inside, every system in my body absorbing it, and i ending up swallowed by this crankiness.
did i say im not pessimistic? just reminding myself.
so, it's june 1 already. i feel like celebrating, dancing, singing, jumping. at last, i'm already back to this world.
