F. Y. I.
Today is Friday. I went to work. And then I had a REALLY BAD DAY. First of all, I was rushing to get things done before the meeting at 3. And then there was this terrible pounding headache. I think the overdose of sencha the night before made things worse.
But someone doesn't know.
Today is Friday. I went to work. And then I had a TERRIBLY HORRIBLE DAY. First of all, my boss sounded me into the room and gave me the scolding of a lifetime for my lack of timeliness in my titles' progress. And then when I got back to my seat there were swamps of e-mails for me to attend to. Almost burst out in tears.
But someone doesn't know.
Today is Friday. I did not go to work because of an MC. I had a terrible pounding headache and Mum brought me to the doctors. It's true. It's been confirmed. I need to get my tonsils taken out. I'm terrified of surgery. I hate syringes and needles.
But someone doesn't know.
Today is Friday. I was on the way to work when my car froze. I mean, it FROZE. Then the alarm went on and off. Yeah. The battery's dead. This was in the middle of a really busy office jam. I felt like a real idiot when a dirty-looking lorry driver stuck his finger out at me and swore at me. And vulnerable. Nearing tears. Luckily a nice person passed by and helped me charge the car up again. We went out to dinner tonight and it was really interesting. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.
But someone doesn't know.
Today is Friday. I overslept. Didn't go to work. I am so dead. I'm going to be sacked.
But someone doesn't know.
Today is Friday. I'm frustrated, tired and sick. I vomitted several times, akin to the way I always do whenever I'm depressed, and when I can't find a way out. No I'm not a cat. I'm human. I'm female. I crave the very basic things that a girl wants. Care. Concern. Sincerity. Effort. I've looked at the phone, every quarter-of-an-hour, wondering when it will ring. I've looked at the time and watched the hours past. In the middle of my project presentation to the guidebook author, a phonecall disrupts my conversation. My heart sank when I realised it was a call for her, not me.
But someone doesn't know.
Today is Friday. There's another 29 minutes to Saturday. I've decided that calling won't be enough.
But someone doesn't know.
July 16th, 2004 at 11:42 pm
My sympathies. Looks like you have been conscripted into Murphy’s Club that is undoubtedly a dubious honour.
July 17th, 2004 at 12:28 am
You can count on me to be there for you chooks… *hugs*
July 17th, 2004 at 1:56 am
i’m sorry.. *hug*
July 17th, 2004 at 1:01 pm
…but EVERYONE don’t know… cuz you didn’t tell it! It’s just so unfortunate that we only have 5 senses (and probably one more that predicts rainy days)
July 17th, 2004 at 1:58 pm
Now that we know.. do you see it? There are hugs offered. Sometimes, we must reach out instead of hoping “someone” would know everything. Maybe “he” was just too busy and didn’t know it. You take care lah.
July 17th, 2004 at 1:58 pm
omg… amen..
July 17th, 2004 at 3:48 pm
darren, i haven’t spoken to that someone since wednesday. what do you think? i’m just sick of this. tired of waiting, frustrated of hoping.
i’m sick of being the one giving all the time. all i want is concern, sincerity and effort. do you understand?
July 17th, 2004 at 4:46 pm
Ok. That’s weird if “he” didn’t call for so long.
July 18th, 2004 at 3:56 am
He hasn’t call. Yea. Tried calling him? - no offences.
July 18th, 2004 at 4:22 am
..alright, I’m just being nasty. My sincere appologies. Take it easy eh? lets hope tomorrow’s a brighter day. - Jon
July 19th, 2004 at 10:08 am
you know what, i think some guys tend to be a LOT more ignorant. i’ve noticed from both my ex and my current guy. they are just so ignorant sometimes that i get so pissed off.
July 19th, 2004 at 10:28 am
Why are you waiting for him to call? Why not just give him a call.