Foie Gras

What the fuck am i doing here????? It's like I'm lost in another dimension when i enter this realm. My idea of a perfect world is immediately shattered once I dedicate my 8 hours to voluntary-enslavement. Take note: Voluntary. Not one of those force fed ducks (in order to make em fat, thus creating a fatty liver, commonly known as foie gras, or fatty liver from fattened duck or goose! Ouch!)

I used to find my job interesting and fun and challenging (which I like). But, since the arrival of our new boss, things seem to have shifted from fun to prison-fun = no fun. It's like a fun roller coaster ride turn final destination-ish sort of roller coaster ride. Scary!

Though I am thankful for every breath I take and every colour I experience and for this opposable thumb, I cannot help but to have the urges of wanting to do more in life and give back as well. And, it is only natural for my survival instinct to kick in as soon as I feel threaten by this new menace (my new boss).

Now I just need to stand this for a while until I get a better opportunity..if only I remembered where i left my CV..