I Hate My Job

1- It's That Bad

1- It's That Bad

I really hate my job.

I really do. A lot of people say this and you might say that it's so mainstream of me to say the said phrase but when I say that I really hate something or someone--I will hate them with all of my heart.

I wish I was kidding--but I'm not.

You see, I was supposedly to be given a promotion (which I really deserve because I really worked my ass off for the past months) but my hell of a boss apparently like to see me burn in this hellhole that he had created just for the likes of, well, me.

Maybe he thought that if he could just not acknowledge my hard work for his stupid of a business, I might as well respect him more and get on my knees everytime he calls for me.

Well, he and all of his ball sized of ego--can crawl back to whatever hole he came from and I wish him to never return. Wouldn't that be a sweet treat for me? Yes, it would.

Why is he being the way he is? Well, let's just say I never respect him like an employee should respect her boss.

You know, a boss, who gives you a job, who gives you your monthly salary and the reason that you're not starving and not got kicked out of your apartment that'll possibly led you to being a hobo. A b-o-s-s. Boss.

Well, do I give a flying pig about any of that? No. I just don't.

Why? Because I hate my job.

Why? Because I can.

Why? Because I'm Twyla Anderson.

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"Well, what about tomorrow?" I groaned aloud for him to know that, for the tenth freakin time, I was not interested.

"No, Hale. Now leave me alone. I got loads of work to do," I said quickly, wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible before I have to deal with more his 'Haleness'.

"Oh, come on, Twyla. It's just lunch. How bad can it be? Or are you embarrassed to be seen with me?" Yes. I answered in my thoughts as I keep staring at him blankly.

Hale Clifford, ladies and gentlemen, is happen to be my best and only friend that I ever had, made and probably the only friend that I'm planning to ever keep.

As to why, it's because I'm too lazy to act friendly to make sure that I'm not at the bottom of the food chain in the social status. I just couldn't afford to keep up with our other peers these days. Apparently, I just got in too deep in my own definition of laziness. Get out there and make new friends. No, I gave up on that a long time ago.

If I was to say that who is the lucky one between me and Hale? I have to admit that it's me who is lucky to have Hale in my life. As comfortable as I sound like being an outcast, I still need someone in my life to keep me sane. Even if that someone is any close to being sane.

"Hale, you know that it's not true-" Yeah, right. I really want to punch myself for being a hypocrite but then again--it's Hale. So, it's okay, I guess.

"-I am really packed up right now. Literally. Terrance, being the Terrance he is, just gave me a stack of papers to work on this morning." I half-lied, half-truth to him.

It is true that Terrance gave me a shîtload of work just so he could sleep well at night, knowing that he had given me another torture to keep myself busy and that I couldn't work early like the rest of my co-workers.