Recently, I haven’t felt like myself at all. With all the work, the responsibilities, the whatever.. They took me away from myself. I’m not happy about it at all.
This past week had been HELL. I had to go to school for 4 days (out of 5). My hard disk inside the laptop has broken and nobody could do anything with it. I lost all my valuables. I lost all my working data. I lost everything.
And as soon as I realized, the laptop got some viruses running - some from (I guess) his thumb drive, some from PetSociety on Facebook. I’m really sad about this.
I mean I’ve lost everything and now I can’t play PetSociety. How ridiculously unlucky I am! :(
I lost everything for the yearbook as well. Photos. Info. The pages I’ve done so far. Is there anyone out there as unlucky as me?
Yesterday I felt totally like shit. I knew this kind of feeling was coming to me. In the morning, I had to be at school for no absolute reason at all. Every subject, they presented by themselves. But I had to be there to do something stupid with them in English. And I already knew they weren’t going to be able to speak a single word they’ve learned! So fuckin’ true.
Now, PLEASE! I wanna get sacked! I’ll give them a chance to sack me. I mean, would you hire someone who can’t get their kids speak English properly? The hell, NO! So you guys can just phone to sack me. PLEASE!
Oh yes, another thing. Why would someone like me, who got a degree in TV broadcasting, knows fuckin’ how to deal with the paper shit, huh? You just dumped the shit on me and expected me to finish the whole lot for you. Idiots. I ain’t from God. I ain’t a genius. I AM A DUMB ASS, SO FUCK OFF!
Anyway, I finished the paper shit, to show that I’m a dumb ass but I’m smarter than they are, hmm..actually rather she is. The other day I handed in 50-point paper. Yesterday, I did the left-over paper, 1o-point one.. And I asked this bitch nicely “So, the (fucking) paper (shit) you wanted me to finish, 60 point thing, has been done, right?” THIS OLD BITCH told me “No! How on earth! 8 out of 60 points! You need to give me the other 50 point as well.”
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At this point, I wish I just grabbed that paper back, tore it in front of her and said “DO IT YOURSELF, BITCH!”
I don’t like this feeling. Dealing with this sort of person. I want to quit. I hate this teaching job. I never want one. I hate teaching. I hate kids. I hate this person.
Well, I’ll try to be patient, but my patience is limited. If the boiling point is 100ํc, my patience on this issue has probably reached 80ํc. Only 20% left. So now, I just want to get sacked. And if I don’t get sacked and things haven’t changed, I will definitely resign.
I prefer being jobless.
I don’t need the job I hate.
Someday, soon enough, I’d shout out loud..
“I AM JOBLESS, BUT I AM THE MOST HIPPIEST AND HAPPIEST PERSON I’VE EVER MET IN MY LIFE!”
I want Shieri back to me again.
Shieri, who loves smiling and laughing.
Shieri, who goes out and take photos.
Shieri, who visits the beach so often.
Shieri, who is optimistic in every way.
Shieri, who sees this world beautiful.
Shieri, who can make him smile and laugh.
Shieri, who always has time to be with herself, to do something for herself, to lead the life she lives.
I’m going to wait for her, no matter how long it will take.
I just know, she will be back.
Won’t you, Shieri?
