Well a LOT has happened in two years, I can tell you that... However, my life in the last two years has been monotonous at best and downright repetitive at worst... For one, I have been at my current job as sales assistant at a textile chain store for four years now, the longest I've been at any other job in the last 25 years.... I surprise myself.... Never thought I would last this long at a job... Thoughts of quitting have been raging in my head at least for the last two years, but I decided that I had had enough of running... I guess I have wised up when it comes to my vocational aspirations...
Hence I don't really have anything to say about what has happened to me in the last two years... I wish something important has happened, like I meet someone and get married.... Alas no such luck... Or that I land a new and exciting job... Nope nothing in that department... It's just me day in day out going to the hypermarket near my place where my workplace is located, punching in and out of the thumbprint machine, standing at my station, waiting for customers, cutting fabrics, going to early lunch or late lunch depending on my shift, exchanging gossip with a few of my coworkers (to be fair, I don't do the gossiping, more like I listen than talk) then going home and repeating the same thing the next day and the next and the next... That's why I haven't updated my blog for the last two years.... NOTHING HAS HAPPENED...
As for my mother, she went on to stay at my first brother's place for more than a a year and a half... And I had her apartment all to myself... It did feel liberating... I was free to do whatever I wanted... My first move is sleeping in the middle room.... There's nothing wrong with my room... It's just that I removed the ceiling fan years ago when my room underwent a makeover so it does feel like the air is not circulating in my room, even with the table fan on... So I have been sleeping in the middle room.... Other than that, I haven't done anything major with my mother's place....
But last December she came back to live with me... I rather not say what happened... Let's just say nobody really wanted to take care of her so to me falls the heavy responsibility... I want to say it's unfair but I guess it's just meant to be... My mother brings out the worst in me... So I'm not ashamed to say that I've physically abused her... I haven't taken a bat to hit her but let's just say that I've done her some bodily harm... She has no bruises to show for that but the other day she walked out of the house to "go to the police and make a report"... Needless to say, she got as far as the main gate before somebody hailed me down... I reluctantly went to get her and led her back to the house... Deep down I never cared what happens to her... She can sit down on the sidewalk all day long for all I care... In essence, I don't love my mother... She's a burden to me... I wish she was dead...
So that's about it, my life in two years... I wish I could say more but it'll be me just repeating myself...
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