First Sunday..
This is the first Sunday I feel relieved of not waking up early tomorrow for work.
I normally log in around 6-6:30 AM cause of Australian time. I am actually flexi, however the monster requires us to login early morning. And she'll start calling up around 8AM to do her sermon of the day. The routine nonsensical litany of incompetent "leader".
Moving on. I went to FX in McKinley office around 11AM, by 12 noon we are already in front of the office. I was accompanied by my husband and my daughter. It felt so good that aside from leaving the notorious beehive, when I finally leave the building I was welcomed by my husband and daughter. My baby is in stroller while her dad strolls her around, it was breezy cool that time. A very good day.
I could never thank the Lord enough, I know I wished to belong in this company for so long. But somehow we dont fit together as time goes by. It's like I am intentionally doing bad to make her itch. Guilty though, I dont like the words that are coming out of her filthy mouth. She doesnt own me, so please mind your words (I wish I said that). But it doesnt matter, Im free. Last Friday, she still kept on calling me via viber via phone but meh, the hell do I care. I'm out. Stop trying to explain yourself, in the past days before my last days she kept on d
