Rant from My Red Book

So here I am. Unemployed. Nothing to do. Well, I can’t really say nothing. I mean, I have more time to do what I want now. But how can I do them without the freakin money? Damn. My current problem is where to get the money to pay for the rent. o.O

Don’t get me wrong—I asked for this. Damn, if I didn’t resign, I don’t know if I can still enjoy my sanity. The people I work with is a great factor why I stay in a place or group. And this particular group of pseudo-humans is up to no good. They are a bunch of arrogant, mental, snooping control freaks. I sure am glad I got out when I did. Another day in that hellhole will make me really kill myself. They don’t have a life. I really think that they had control issues in the past—that’s why they throw all their frustrations and bitterness at us. Assholes. I will NEVER work in that company again. Gawd, I’d rather die. 

Even the job was not successful in making me stay. I mean, a week before my “freedom,” I actually felt nauseated just looking at my manuscript. And I felt claustrophobic every day!

The only thing I’m sad about is because I can’t see my crushes again—and the stable income, of course. Petty, huh?

Oh, well. Story of my life. Two resignations in less than a year. Beat that, punks. HAHAHAHAHA! (I’m up to no good myself.) :’c