End of contract is to end of Tecson

I’m finally done with work. Finally. Finally! Hated it anyway- well, as much as I liked it. And it wasn’t the most fulfilling job in the world. I’m sorry, I know that other people would find it fulfilling and I’m sure there lives a certain kind of strata that would like it. But not me.

Now that it's, I’ve never been happier since… I can’t remember. Basta. I’ve never been happier. I no longer have to deal with the stock clerk’s constant mood swings. And that’s like every minute or two. God I know she’s bitter about life and all but she doesn’t have to take that out on us. Totally dragging.

Or with the fag manager. Just to set things clear; this is not gay bashing. This is just a bash on people who happen to be gays. My manager is the reason why I haven’t been able to spend more time with my grandfather. My grandfather is now dead. Phuket! And I’m still hurting over the fact that he’s gone. Well karma’s a big bad bitch. I’m sure my manager would have to deal with that bitch sooner or later. And if this makes me feel better, I just want to broadcast to the world that my manager is still in the closet and his boyfriend’s name is Jeff. Oops, sorry. That just came out. Everyone knows about it anyway. Damn obvious. And the fag boss from manila. I just didn’t like him. Not even worth my time.

The area sales manager from Cebu, thank god I no longer have to see his philandering face. He had sex with Mae who’s known for having been all over town, has an STD (*citation needed) and who recently had an abortion days before his official visit. As if the whole Giordano staff didn’t know about the sex thing. God bless their immoral souls.

So those were the people I had to deal with. It just makes me miss Ma’am Tecson more. Or maybe not.