Since works started a few months ago, all I've been waiting and will always is Friday - the end of the workdays. During schooldays, all I always looking forward to was Thursday, because when Thursday came, the next day would be Friday - the last day of school. Of course, when Friday came, that was the exciting day, because it would meant the next two days were weekend.
Now that I started this job, Friday is the day I always looking forward to, because it meant the next day, which is Saturday, I work half the day - the morning. I never understand what it meant when they said "monday blue", now I'm so familiar with it, to the extent that how I dread it so much, but not only my Monday is blue, the next three days are all blue, blue and gloom, and glum.
I dread every second, every minute, every hour, every workday of the week, simply because how I despise my work. How I despise my boss, wishy-washy, show-off boss.
I can't wait for this end of the month. When the last day comes, it's the day when he will receive my resignation letter. Two months notice in advance. Before school starts. Ohhh...how I miss studies again after all these months.
