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Losing sleep even more this month of September because of the bar exams. Although I’ve been getting out of bed one hour earlier on Sundays as compared to my waking hours during work days there seems to be no indication whatsoever of me looking a lot more stressed out than I already am. It’s like family bar operations for the sister. The moment she enters the bar site mom and I would just be reading until she comes out again for lunch. The ritual is repeated for the afternoon.
For the usual news, work’s still the same - days still vary from “fine” to “what-the-fuck-is-the-point-of-all-this.” After their taking away all my regular functions and leaving me with handling that special project I have been doing so much less this past two months or so. The superiors are supportive of my being in grad school and they still insist that I should go back to being a law student after MBA. It’s as if they’ve been possessed by my mother.
The new team I’m currently working with is a joke. One pretends to think, one talks too much while the other is more negative than I am. Also, the last two hunger for constant attention. Complaining to the supervisor’s been nothing but futile. “You have to be nice to them?” blah blah blah I don’t like them so we’re having one reassigned to another office, and the other two are getting fired.


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