I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack
*sigh* I'm back to this god-forsaken cubicle again. I can't believe I actually got the umph to dress up and get here this morning. How did that ever happen? Just last night I was teary-eyed because work is going to take me away from my precious Solenne in a few hours. I can't wait to get home. *sigh sigh*
The first thing I did upon my return was to clean up my mailbox. JESUS. It's unfathomable how an inbox can contain almost a thousand messages if not checked for almost 3 months (no spam included). Thank the heavens for the delete command. Whew! (If you happen to have sent me a message in my office email, sorry. I didn't get to read that.)
Next, talk to my boss. What transpired with their miserable office lives here at work. What transpired at my home with the new baby. And of course, what I'm expected to do now that I'm back. I thought I actually saw a hint of grin on her face, probably due to relief that I've come back to save the day and their asses, too. First day on the job after 3 months of slacking off is really dragging. Ho-hum.
I went to the HR Department to provide my documents for reimbursements and profile updates: SSS, TIN, Philhealth, Pag-ibig, Insurance. I felt like a blue-collar applicant in a long queu because of the forms I had to fill up in multiples. Why can't these people make the process easier in exchange for taxpayers' money they maliciously malverse? That's why we pay taxes, and that's what they're there for. I won't mind you taking home my money for personal use but please please at least appease me by defraudulently making me feel that my taxes do some good for this nation's improvement.
Gripe gripe gripe. I hate this. I hate this chair. Thank God for the free internet.
The first thing I did upon my return was to clean up my mailbox. JESUS. It's unfathomable how an inbox can contain almost a thousand messages if not checked for almost 3 months (no spam included). Thank the heavens for the delete command. Whew! (If you happen to have sent me a message in my office email, sorry. I didn't get to read that.)
Next, talk to my boss. What transpired with their miserable office lives here at work. What transpired at my home with the new baby. And of course, what I'm expected to do now that I'm back. I thought I actually saw a hint of grin on her face, probably due to relief that I've come back to save the day and their asses, too. First day on the job after 3 months of slacking off is really dragging. Ho-hum.
I went to the HR Department to provide my documents for reimbursements and profile updates: SSS, TIN, Philhealth, Pag-ibig, Insurance. I felt like a blue-collar applicant in a long queu because of the forms I had to fill up in multiples. Why can't these people make the process easier in exchange for taxpayers' money they maliciously malverse? That's why we pay taxes, and that's what they're there for. I won't mind you taking home my money for personal use but please please at least appease me by defraudulently making me feel that my taxes do some good for this nation's improvement.
Gripe gripe gripe. I hate this. I hate this chair. Thank God for the free internet.
Labels: daily mishaps, gripe
posted by Aquabitch | | Permalink 
welcome back sis! we missed you! *hugs*
Posted by
ayesa mikaela |
6/29/2007 7:31 AM
* opens webster.com, typed "defraudulently" *
what the fuck is defraudulently??
my vocabulary skill diminishing....
Posted by
astro_prick |
7/02/2007 12:51 PM
welcome back to the shithole... at least now you have someone getting you eager about ending work at 5 or 6pm, (can also count as an excuse against your slave driver.)
Posted by
Anonymous |
7/06/2007 12:02 AM