Listening to the Painter Song by Norah Jones makes me feel like going to some sandy beach and relaxing under the blue sky. Don't you feel that way when you listen to this song?Truth be told, I hate working. I hate going to work in the morning. Waking up early in the morning and facing the crowded train. I hate it. Am I being spoilt? I should count my lucky stars that I've got a job that pays well (sort of). But why do I feel jaded (remember this word, phia?)...
I just can't stand it. I think it's not only this job, I just about hate working...hmm..could money just drop from the sky (haha-wishful thinking)? Reports, meetings etc...I just want to work at the beach...you know like those small little stores in the Maldives? Wouldn't that be great? No stress, nothing. Even if the pay is low, I think I'll be like the happiest person there. I guess this is what happens when I've just finished watching the travel & living channel on cable...been out of sorts lately...happy thoughts are not working now. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow...oh I mean in a few hours time..haha..right now it is 1235am Wednesday morning...
I just can't stand it. I think it's not only this job, I just about hate working...hmm..could money just drop from the sky (haha-wishful thinking)? Reports, meetings etc...I just want to work at the beach...you know like those small little stores in the Maldives? Wouldn't that be great? No stress, nothing. Even if the pay is low, I think I'll be like the happiest person there. I guess this is what happens when I've just finished watching the travel & living channel on cable...been out of sorts lately...happy thoughts are not working now. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow...oh I mean in a few hours time..haha..right now it is 1235am Wednesday morning...
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