coraLai

after everything was done and i was just waiting for the graduation ceremony, during the said ceremony , then a few days after that ceremony–that was my journey to and actual stay in heaven, now that i think about it.  then i began to (go to) work; thus begins my daily commute from  and stay in purgatory to hell, hell to purgatory.
everyday is just an ordinary commute and stay in purgatory–devoid of any feelings… well, really now, how can you feel something–sadness, joy, passion, anything–for the face of a book, which you are almost forced to face 8 hours a day, 5–even 7–days a week? this is fast becoming a normal day for me though, so its okay.

the "hell" day actually starts everytime i meet my, let’s just call him, b**s. he never fails to amaze and run me ragged.. everytime, i tell you,  everytime we meet with him, he finds new ways to torture us…i really can’t do anything about it but ask, "God, what did i ever do to deserve this?! Did I, without even knowing it, killed a man? or something like that?" So, i stay in hell for a day or two, then everything will be okay, back to normal, back to purgatory….until we meet again. Don’t tell him this though, for this might cause my termination….hmmmm…come to think of it….
just kidding.  i may hate him and i might have the tendency to loathe my work, but i could always love the money i (am yet to) make.

*i do not really believe in purgatory, but because nothing seems to describe my predicament better, i used the term–figuratively.