BUT ALL THE SHIT SEEMS TO DISAPPEAR WHEN IM WITH YOU.

Work, my loves, is not college. You cant skip it just cuz you feel like it.
You need an excuse. A good one....like a heart attack or a death.
And Wijdan it was just a typo. You dint have to embarras me like that. Bugged me all day.
Anyway...I suck.
Im not a good writer.
Its been three days and Im still fucking around with the citations.
And Im not a good writer.
I can type alright. I can type all the bullshit in the world like I am now. But I cant write.
Know whats my speed? I just do two pages a day. And day means five hours. That too have to be corrected later for the citations.
Today I did five pages in seven hours. It was a research paper on the Impact of Gender in Negotiation.
I really cant write.
Omer, my employer, whom I had a crush on for like a whole weekend, has to keep up with my bullshit all day.
My corky smile just doesnt cut it anymore.
I cant write and I demand a written apology from everyone who said I could.

Oh and my office people are aliens. They dont eat. They just drink pepsi and tea all day and keep staring at their laptops. And thats exactly what I do. Except I dont do tea and I already consume a lot of coke. So I drink water all day and chew gum and try to write and I fail.

But its Fun ^.^
I get to research crap.
And I'll get paid.
Please dont get the impression that I was complaining. Just writing down about work.
Im Lovin' it ^.^
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