I am not a workaholic.
Saturday, August 18, 2007My work just requires more time than the normal 8-hour frame, and it requires me to work on some Saturdays too. Overtime? No, not overtime. It's overtawad.
Oh, what I wouldn't give for a looong vacation in a white sand beach.
Where I could smell the cool, fresh breeze, feel the sun's rays and the sand against my skin, sip frozen margarita (even ice cold beer would do), and just smile like there's no tomorrow. Oh I'd be chillin like a villain.
Damn. I'm running away with my imagination again.
*Phone rings:*
Me: Cris.
Cristy: Pack your bags, we're going to the beach and we'll stay there overnight. Don't worry about monies because this is company paid.
Me: No wai!!!!
to give you an idea of how i said that, I said it like this:
Cristy: Yes wai so move your ass.
So it's a beautiful life after all.
Weeeeee!!!! We're going to the beach!!!!
~sj
