I just shed tears earlier when I learned that I have to report to work this Saturday at 3AM. Literally, Christmas day! Hell yeah, I was infuriated! I’m supposed to be off from work because my schedule said so. It’s supposed to be my RD!
What hurts me more is the fact that I wasn’t informed in advance about it. Too late notice, wrong timing, bad news! I was actually away when they send out the new schedule. They adjusted it without letting me know. Who am I anyway? They’re doing this for business. Pure business. Would they care if they know that this single email ruined my day? Is there something good to look forward to this Christmas if it’s meant to be spent away from my loved ones. Oh please, give me a break!
I’m trying hard to understand the logic behind this changes. The idea is so clear, yet the feeling remains the same. HATRED. LETHARGY.
…that God is crazy about you. God sends you fresh flowers every spring, a breathtaking sunrise every morning. If God had a wallet, your picture would be in it. If God has a refrigerator, your childhood scribbles would be on it.
God, where’s my bouquet of roses and chocolates for today…