For the past ungrateful days of mine, I suck up inside the room, I wanted to be alone, talk less and let my mind do the thinking of himself. There are times that I am so terrified that might be one day I will just woke up sleeping on the street, which would be dire if that thing happens. Crossing my fingers not to! And sometimes I fell off the chair, staring unconsciously. The out of work issue melted me down, and the so-called Mr. Depression would come his way to rescue me, obnoxiously to the pit of horrendous life-cracking place.
I am figuring things out, thinking when would that job come its way to me. I've exerted great effort spending time on jobstreet to send my resumes, everyday my routine is to sit down on this tiny orange pumpkin stall we have, excitedly checking mails. Hoping that some companies would respond to my application. Some did, but heck- it's call center agent job. I personally don't hate working with this industry, it's just that I hate working on a graveyard shift. My body would then suffer traumatically.
Mike would then insisted that I don't have any other choice than getting a graveyard shift so I would have food to eat, money to spent. Life's getting more and more rhetorical each day. I felt that as I have grown maturely or on the other hand, things are getting complicated. Some says, we don't need to complicate things when it is already given simply. I believe so- but that does not take the part of adjustment. To others it might be simple, but to me- it's getting wearier on my eyes. Hilariously said, life is full of shit, and that's a fact.
