26th November 2001
It’s 10.13am. First morning at work….or more like at Starbucks actually. Waiting for the GM to arrive so meantime I’m having my cuppa here at Starbucks. Coffee addiction at its peak.
Had absolutely no sleep last night.. A mere 2 odd hours of a nap like sleep. Half the time I had to push the now bony but once fat Daniella aside. Can’t believe I blew my sleep talking to her till 5am this morning. And then after that she realised Isabell locked her outta the room. And had to bunk in with me. As if my 3 feet wide bed wasn’t already small.
The two blokes at the table beside me sound absolutely engrosed in corporate game of jargon tennis. I wonder if they even understand each other….
Better go now before the dude arrives.
Ok it’s 1.06pm and
I’m at my desk… or more like the front desk. Heck at least I get the
computer. So far there’s absolutely nothing to do and I’m bored to tears. I
think I can well study 3 pHd’s while at this job.. Ok maybe not.
N/B: bring headphones, CDs, cup, tea, and books.
Tried connecting to the internet.. yes this comp is equipped mind you. But apparently the fax line is down and either way it doesn’t seem to wanna connect even though the modem’s working.
I was thinking last night about the things Daniella said to me…mainly about my mom. It just made me feel sick. Especially when I imagined aunty Jayne, Aaron and my mom in a screaming match over the phone. What am I supposed to feel? Remorse or anger? Suddenly everything that I’ve tried to forget comes flooding back.
Making me think about the mail I got from him explaining why he was being such a cold bastard and about the impact Ezra had on him. Nothing… Ezra had virtually no impact on him. Ezra almost killed me but didn’t even make him blink by the way things were. I doubt he would’ve let it pass through his big fat self-defense shield. Sometimes I wonder how human is he.
I guess hurt in life makes you vary giving in easily. But would it render someone emotionless? Isn’t our level of emotion what makes us different from every other living organism?
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