My Stress Relievers

08-05-2009 Wednesday

Sometimes I would think about how my job sucks and how much it drains me of all sanity I have left inside but when I thought about what I have everytime I would go home from my work, I completely forget all about that damn stressful work.

I was never the type of person who complain a lot when I'm under some shitty situation. I'm a strong believer that shit simply happens and it happens to anyone. Though, there are times when the pressures at work will leave me with no choice but whine. I can't help it Work itself is killing the employees, the management is tightening the leash coiled around our necks, making it harder for us to cope. What the hell do they want from us? They make new rules, the goals are becoming impossible to achieve, and one simple mistake now could mean getting your ass thrown out of that building for good.

The calls I got earlier are motherfuckers, and for the management, there's no valid reason for you to not reach your goal. No matter how stinky your calls are, they expect you to convert sales. Plain bullshit. I was stressed, pressured, and I seriously feel like giving up but the thing is, I can't. I need this job. My family counts on me. I can't quit just like that.

These are the thoughts I was thinking earlier as I rode the jeepney on my way home. I was observing the people I was riding the jeepney with. Most of them just started their day, on their way to the flea market, or on their way to school. Some, (the three girls wearing skimpy clothes and thick make-ups) probably just spent the evening at a rave party or maybe they just got off from working at a night club, Me? I was pissed from work, tired and wanting to get some sleep.

I was still fuming as I walked the street to our house but all of that was erased when I caught a glimpse of my gramma as she takes Damien out for a walk. The sight of the two of them made me realize that I have a wonderful home waiting for me after a hard day,err, night at work. I have a small, broken family but the love of my gramma, my mom and my adoring pets made me not want to ask for more. I ran towards them, smiling as my gramma greeted me and told me that a delicious breakfast is on the table already, and Damien jumped excitedly at me and licked my face, as if I was gone for an entire week.

My cats; Lena, Shelby and Natalie.



Damien.



My grandma.



My mom.



Meet my stress relievers, folks.

Labels: Damien, pink crimson, stress, work

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 4:30 AM