I am taking medical leave for sore eyes from tomorrow onwards. Sore eyes and heartsickness. Every single day, I have to walk through tons of shiny tin cans to my office place. It makes my eyes sore. The office cans that once belonged to me and was taken away. And if that isn't enough, the fax machine next to me keeps ringing and all I ever receive are more orders of tin cans addressed to me."I don't know how you can keep coming to work seeing all these. Rightfully, they owe you a bungalow resort in Jamaica now," I was told. And yet it is confirmed that across the board, no bonuses are given and increments are in two digits. Shucks....
my dream bungalow just beside the sea
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