Teacup.

Last few weeks haven’t been…good. In a nutshell, fell ill to the cold bug going round here, then was made redundant, hereafter a colleague felt like being a lazy bitch because I’m supposedly always there to cover her ass and last but not least, the one person that was starting to matter to me decides to piss around with me. I need a vacation…

I was very upset about the redundancy. And the manager I told you about? Not a good working relationship with her at the moment? Well, if the news she was telling me wasn’t generally categorized as “sad”, she probably would have broken out the champagne and thrown a jamboree party before, during and after she told me the great redundancy news. Not kidding. Her face was trying, and failing for that matter, at containing her smile at the news. Well, that lazy bitch can jolly well…whatever. If I was such a shit employee, why is everyone else sad at seeing me go in a couple of months?

I just wish people weren’t so…frustrating to deal with sometimes. At university, it’s the inconsiderate bastard talking away in a quiet section of the library or the tutor who can’t be bothered helping you find out what’s suppose to be happening, at work it’s the manager who doesn’t know how to behave like a manager or the colleague who’s always taking time off to “study” when we all know she’ll probably waste it on partying until the morning and at home, the brother who’s so lazy that a sea sponge will appear more hardworking.

After I left work today, I felt so dejected and started planning out a lazy holiday after my exams in June. So far I’ve got down that I’ll probably take the train to travel, camp out at a motel/hotel for probably 2-3 days, take the train back. Not too sure yet…all I want is a break from this…madness. I can’t take it anymore. And this holiday is just me. No one to accompany me and tell me what to do, or take advantage of me and all that. It’ll be just me. Like it’s always been.