Dear Diary,

Sorry for not being able to write for a few days. I was just having a stressful debate with myself. See, I love my job. I love it so much that I want to set it free. 'Course, there're a lot of perks that comes with this job (high salary, bonuses, great benefits, Paulo) but it's really becoming a bit of a drag. Di ba kapag nakipag-break ang babae, madalas syang nagpapagupit ng buhok? Well, since nagpagupit ako, gusto ko na ring makipag-break sa trabaho ko, diary!

Ang kaso, mas lalong madidikit sa 'kin ang label na loser if I do! Kapag daw kasi successful ang career, walang love life. Well, sobrang successful siguro ng career ko kaya wala akong love life. Kapag nag-resign ako, magiging tampulan ako ng panlalait ng mga pinsan ko. Hindi na nga sila umu-all out dahil may trabaho ako at may tagalibre sila e.

Imagine, wala na ngang love life tapos wala pang trabaho? I can't, diary. It's the only thing I have! But it's so stressful! Ugh!

Watudu, diary? Watudu? Should I consider SYKES? May nagbigay sa 'kin kanina ng business card thingy e, on my way to work. Gusto pa nga akong kausapin kaso nagmamadali ako.

Masaya kayang maging call cenner agent?

Looking for a greener pasture,

Ingrid

P.S. An officemate named Jessica gave me a red lipstick. What the hell am I supposed to do with it?