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chrisfel eliza

I don't think I think enough.















Thursday, February 21, 2008
i'm looking for a job ABROAD.

*sigh*

Here's the deal:
My contract ends at March 29 and I honestly don't know if they'll consider me for renewal. So far I've rendered a PERFECT ATTENDANCE WITH NO TARDINESS...and I deliver my best in class all the time. In fact, I think I've become quite good friends with my students. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do, but this was surely hell week for me. Oh, and last week too. On valentine's day. Yeah.

I swear I'm doing my best to be optimistic about this whole thing (is getting an Incident Report aka IR twice in a week normal?!)...but I won't deny that it's brought me down.

I mean, honestly, I don't mind the IR thing (it's seriously just a piece of paper, the way I see it), but the boss is so........no words can describe him. Who the hell makes you cry on valentines day just because he can't understand your explanation in English?! ARGH. (Granted he did say sorry afterwards for being mean..I forgive him, but I can't FORGET what happened.)

Haaaaaaaaayyyyyy.
At this point in time, I wouldn't mind being a dishwasher in Canada. Or the USA. Or somewhere in Europe. So what if I get paid just $8/hour?! I DON'T CARE! Half of me wants out of here.

Out of the Philippines.
I would endure all the blisters and the hard work and the sleepless nights.
I DON'T CARE!

I just have this need to get out of here.

*sigh*