stripped

the billing calls in queue are stripping my sanity from me.

it would come to a point wherein i would dream of my billing calls and the spiels we'd have to read over and over.

 

and most of the time my lunch breaks are spent sleeping. [at times i've no energy to eat lang jud, kapoy mukaon.] at least for an hour a night i'd get to sleep. [uber-pathetic] and this week, my ppl from voip are taking their lunches earlier cuz they've a couple of hours pre-shift OT.

 

yes, i can't wish to have the days go by in languor cuz i know it will roll away as usual, and that's not gonna not gonna make him stay. (????) i have this crippling feeling. ambot, basta, i am in a state of utter helplessness right now and i do not know where to go. love woes. charness.

 

promise. billing and money-matters are the most pathetic/ depressing job anyone can get. the american poor is the worst sector one can ever face-pra-mis.

add up the annoying station katapad. nah. nightmare... picture a green mile giant wit a retard, hihihi-ikikik laughter plus a spanish speaking trance once in a while plus a perky perky call handling skill. haaay. kafaet. mao na ini!