2:18pm

Dear me Fucks. I'm back in the grip of obsessive rage. This time, the true Pigs are slaving away in the corporation society. Never in my life have I witnessed such disarray, and perhaps I have a long life ahead of me to witness such disaster again in the near future. Work is extremely stressful. This week, I found myself working tirelessly toward the company's objectives, only to be met with a barrage of self-loathing and disappointment when I failed to arrive on time for an event.

I consider myself a worn-out perfectionist rather than a pessimist. Like many others, I'm eager to break free from the corporate world. However, I have not lost my sense of identity, for the sake of clarification. However, I have not lost my sense of self, because the purpose of working is to make money. Right? Right.

Then there are the 2% in the company, whom I shall begin Referring to in the nomenclature of my colleagues as "pigs," appearing to be dissatisfied with their jobs. I'm referring to the pigs who congregated during lunchtime, happily munching on unhealthy bentos while complaining about their bosses. Constantly, 5 days a week, on the same topics. Repeatedly trashing their superiors as if superiority complex is ingrained in their DNA. I'm curious how people who are dissatisfied with their lives harness that kind of energy.

Bastards who are ungrateful and inglorious. Why it irritates me is beyond me. I recall fondly a time when people were just chatting about their lives and events, people who were full of positive energy and did not degrade others. Perhaps we were all nervous about our outcomes in the company at this point, but now that the deal with Covid-19 is coming to an end, I'm afraid of losing my job. It does affect me to some extent, however, the difficulty, I should be able to withstand. If only people in my life are more grateful and supportive.

Low-level fucks. Call yourself a child of God when you cannot even deliver a better preach.