It had to happen. It couldn’t all go sweet roses and peaches until the day I left. I have been trying so hard to keep a pleasant attitude and let stuff wash over me. But right now I feel nothing but raw contempt! I am sick of being treated like an animal and so now I feel this whole place can burn in hell.
I’m afraid that’s the extent of my pleasantries for now. If I wrote anymore and said everything that I really feel it would require a PG21 rating and could probably get me into trouble, legally.
So for now I am going to take a break and try and find a better attitude somewhere.
It’s days like this I am very thankful I am leaving! Perhaps I will start telling the down and dirties about this place once I have left. The un-named company gets exposed!
AAAAAAAARGRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!
Breathe in…breathe out…
*hides all small sharp edged items and big heavy blunt ones*
Don’t let anyone yank your chain HooX, you’re almost done with it. Just hang in there.
Ps! If you do plan to spill the beans once you’re out try at least giving places and names fake names?
Lou - Too late, too late & WHY?
Too late?!
Because…even though you can’t get sacked for not being discreet (since you’ve already resigned), you can still get sued if you are very very indiscreet (yes…even when you’re only telling the truth). That would just be unpleasant, not so?
I’d trade places with you any day of the week… squishing suitcases in tiny prison cell nooks and everything.
Listen to Louisa, boet, she speaks wisely……
Driving back from your favourite Cafe Fish after lunch today, following came up on my illegal CD, which rang a bell, (with apologies to Jim Croce)
Well, things were spinnin’ round me
And all my thoughts were cloudy
And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me
Been in so many places
You know I’ve run so many races
And looked into the empty faces of the people of the night
And something is just not right … ’cause I know
That I gotta get out of here
I’m so alone
Don’t you know that I gotta get out of here
‘Cause Angola’s not my home
Though all the streets are crowded
There’s something strange about it
Lived here ’bout a year and I never once felt at home
I thought I’d make the big time
I learned a lot of lessons awful quick and now I’m
Tellin’ you
That they were not the nice kind
And it’s been so long since I have felt fine … that’s the reason
That I gotta get out of here
I’m so alone
Don’t you know that I gotta get out of here
‘Cause Angola’s not my home
Hang in there, with lips buttoned, and get home, buddy. It’s only days now, and people do care here
Don’t forget the goal big fella, the clouds are waiting for you!!!!
Lou - I have not signed a non-disclosure on life!
FB - You are welcome to swap. But you better get yer ass over here soon otherwise they are going to give the cell away. Its prime property now!
AH - You know me better than that. I wouldnt be that stupid. They can afford more lawyers than me! Hehehe. Ok, stop talking about good food in DBN and just hurry up and invite me!
Great song by the way.
Spoonz - My heads already there mate! Has been for a while! HAHAHA