I don't like people asking about my job...

And I hate people asking about my salary...

Can someone be contented with their job when they are being paid peanuts in comparison to other's of the same age?

Came across this report on google. Totally agreed with what it wrote...

"The first thing people want to do when they get stressed is eat stuff that's bad for them," said Bauer, who counsels Wall Street executives. "But the end result is that they're more stressed out because they're eating something they shouldn't have."

I'm tired. Worked OT for an event today till 9 plus and reached home at 10pm. Events sux, and I don't want to care whether people think my job is fun or not, it's just so stressful to be assigned at the registration table. Apparently, one such friend of mine think there's nothing difficult with handling enquiries from invited VIPs and guest. Does she even understand that there might be complaints and unexpected situation to deal with? Like maybe some unreasonable people might have lost their invitation card but still insist to go in? Worse is when there were several parties/companies involved in the same event, each with their own invited list, and the whole registration area became damn chaotic. Oh ya, and that friend of mine think it's easy to read through and memorise all the event schedules and prodecures when what I touch on during work everyday is something entirely different, not to mention that I'm busy as hell sometimes!

In short, that friend of mine actually made me feel kind of useless and stupid...

Anyway, though I don't think the event is fun, but I do think it's interesting...

Thanks for reading. You guys can go dig your ears now :)

Got tired of asking people out, and was often rejected.

Got tired of finding people on msn, and the only reply I received was a sudden 'offline', 'away' or 'busy' message, as if I'm pestering them.

Got tired of telling jokes, and the atmosphere was still as gloomy.

Got tired of complaining to people, and thinking why am I so whiny.

Got tired of explaining myself, when I know there was no need to...So damn tired...

And that's why I dislike asking people out, I dislike typing repeated "Hihi" to someone who apparently doesn't want to reply me, I dislike being a noisy fellow when someone obviously doesn't appreciate my attempt at jokes, I dislike to be a complain queen whom everyone try to avoid, I dislike trying hard not to be misunderstand but it just make matters worse...

I should add another item to my 'LOATHES' list and that is 'faking MC'. Don't ask me why I still continue doing it even though I really hate the feelings I felt thereafter...

Sometimes, I really wish I can be a bad person and detach myself from the sense of guilt. Maybe, I'm just like a pet who wanted so much to have an approval nod from everyone, anyone whom it path crossed. Yet, I still yearn and choose to do things which I knew will definitely bring about disapproving glance from others. I never learn from my lessons... I'm never contented with what I have... I'm forever dwelling in my own unhappiness, overlooking the vexation I might be causing to family and friends...

How many human beings in this world are as over-sensitive as me...?