stuck

what else could i say? i am underemployed and i get no way out. or so it seems. heck with this department. really! i just couldn't pack up my bag and "'lock the door!'-(sir, wag po! wag po!)-'i said lock the door when you leave!'"

helplessness. pressured by boredom. my camera, the only companion that makes my professional life easier to bear, is broken. my laptop, that makes my personal life exciting, is obsolete, slow, big, uncharactered. my office - rants, rants, rants, rants to the 10th power.

i am stuck. simply put. the end.