Headstrong or perish

This is probably my first rant about work and for most parts, I am quite reluctant to talk about work.

The things that happen from 8-5(6am-2am last night @_@) should never be dwelled upon for too long.

Work has always been, well like work, a sweet and interesting journey, or a hell hole with the sigh $$$ at the end of the month. Being battered left right and centre by your immediate superior and his superior will always leave you feeling shittier than shit itself.

I was hardly the fast exceptional learner that all bosses would like to have. I was careless, relatively ignorant and pretentiously the angel of the team.

Today however, I wasn't at the battered end. Instead I was probably the pivot trying to balance the batter-er and batter-y.

Its weird and I cannot but help by giving hints to the battered that this is all just temporary and being optimistic cures everything.

Pretentiously I was giving advice when 2 weeks ago and all the months before that I was the battered norm.

Anyhow,

hope that person doesn't take it too hard.

And I've reached my stop. Toodles!