Grin and Bear It

Seven Months on, I have been slogging my guts out at my new workplace ( The workplace looks new, but I look as old as if I have spent an entire lifetime over there). As a penance, I will have to continue working here for perhaps more than double the months I have already spent here. What a snail-like journey it had been and now I m narrating and recounting my experience ( more of a plight which is ) over here, venting my ire and disgust in vain.

Why oh why ( I ask myself this Q every single day) did i come so close tasting the pie and never tasted it?

I have become very insensitive, indifferent and impassive to the financial miseries of the people who rush into my office. I wear a blank face all the time so as to let my disillusionment and disappointment come through.

To be blunt, I have sunk into depression. So much so that it has become so unfeasible to be rescued unlike the toddlers who fell into the open pits and got much media coverage and were finally rescued.

I feel I have united with the gloomiest and darkest edge the world has ever seen and from this instant forth, things will only brighten and gleam for me. Nothing more worse can possibly happen to me and nothing and I mean nothing under the sun can bog me down now..

But that's what I feel.