I hate working. Honestly, I really do. And I'm way pass the phase of not wanting to admit it. I'll own it, like for real!

I've had a huge amount of ty jobs since I was 16...but the older I get, the harder it is. I should probably get used to this ...like I need to eat, and pay my bills.

As soon as I wake up, my first thought is "I can't do this anymore. I give up." That and a string of inner curse words. I just feel physically ill everytime I wake up, like I was ran over by a truck (I've actually been ran over by a truck, and it's pretty similar, just in case you're wondering).

I sleep, but I can't stop thinking about the stuff that I'll have to do the next day! Or how I'm going to have to deal with the dumb ideas of my 70 year old boss. I should have a mansion in heaven waiting for me, by now. I really should. The amount of self control I execute everyday in order not to offend him badly is absurd! 

I should be rewarded! Why can't I just be rich?! I'm definitely one of those cases that should be taken in consideration, by the Gods of Fortune, or who ever the does these things...

I'm sure I was made to just stay home, write dumb stuff on the internet, fangirl forever, and eat sweets all day. Oh and travelling, or studying. I mean, I have soooo many hobbies, why should I waste my time babysitting my boss?! 

If I created the World or society rules, or wtver...I will do the course of life the other way around: We should retire first - go to school, enjoy life, and get paid for it - and then work when I'm old and I had all the fun I could get when I was young. Why would I need free time when I'm old already? I probably won't have the energy or health to do skydiving! Or meet cute guys! I barely have the energy now...imagine when I'm older. 

I'll just be a mummy, for sure!

And please, if there's anyone reading this, don't get offended! This is just some of my delusional ideas of life...it's not supposed to make any sense xD

Confessions of a Personal Assistant