It was so weird that yesterday was the first time I ever felt good about the day. I tried to make the same thing happen today but it didn't. Maybe it was the calm aura of waking up. No annoying alarm of his. No one tugging me to jolt me to wake. Not much bright lights. It's nice and quiet. Helps Alot! I guese it's a good idea to find ways to start the day right so to be happier and less depress throughout the day.
It's also weirder that I kept thinking about old times, how I used to love what I do, now I hated them. I guess it's this freaking place that depressed me. All the confusion and misleading jobscope that I'm supposed to do. Where's all the passion gone to?
I used to loved playgroup w my special needs kids, listen to their quirkiness, feeling the love to help them succeed in school life. But what happen now? It's a drag thinking of playgroup here. Boring... Slow... Kids? Not as challenging. Coz they are doing well. Worst if others think that I'm not doing work.
That reminds me. I'm kinda worried how am I going to inform the interviewer about the malicious rumour my f might say just to detroy the transfership. How the heck am I supposed to do that without making me look bad myself. I might as well be rejected flat. But it's the damn truth how the hell am I going to go through this?
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