Yes, so I know you all must be missing my usual rants about the job being stressful and too many deadlines and what not. I guess I was just trying to stay on the positive side of life. However, circumstances beyond my control have forced me to result to venting some more.
So on Sunday evening, I got to my house at exactly 9:30pm, but grandpa was too busy watching Aljazeera to hear his little grandchild rant about how she was wishing Monday won’t come. I was butting in on his intimate conversation with the TELEVISION, so I gave up and went to bug my Aunt instead. She was gracious enough to hear me out and in a bid to comfort me, she enticed me with food.
Yes I know. No more eating at night to avoid a big tummy, but I couldn’t help it, so I indulged myself. I had a very large helping. Then I decided to beef up my marketing skills by taking a close look at what the Kardashinas do that keeps the millions rolling in. After about fifteen minutes of watching ‘who upset who’ and ‘whose boyfriend is leaving her’. I think my cup was full. I got up and decided to call it a night.
I bid my aunt goodnight, walked out and started up the staircase to grandpa’s house. Then I bumped into two feisty rats, who apparently where having dinner from the dustbin. I must have spooked them or maybe they spooked me, whichever way, we all try to run to safety. The rats felt safety was running straight for the menace that crashed their party, while I thought I would find it by reaching for the stars.
I guess this one time my dreams where a little too far-fetched. Gravity brought me back to reality and I landed on the joints of my toes. For a second I felt my spirit leave me and then return. Then water filled my eyes. I hear grandpa return back to consciousness just in time to ask me what happened. With my toes throbbing all I could muster was “them two rats got my toes”. Then all went blank. I only regained consciousness when my alarm clock reminded me that throbbing toes are way better than a query and no pay. *BIG GRIN*