I should know better than to complain or even mention anything negative to you about work. The result of your response is way worst and painful than work itself. I know you love me, but after the talk about Pauline, Khaled, and how I don’t want that free $1k 401k, I feel like you must really hate me and want to shake me really hard. I got burnt from cooking pho, but I feel like it’s not the right time to tell you because I feel like you really dislike me right now, and that’s all because of my unthinkable moment of mentioning work to you.
We’re waiting for Joanne and TJ, I don’t mind waiting for them, because I want them to come, maybe when they’re here I won’t feel you hate me anymore. I’m actually using them to make me feel better. Make us feel better too, maybe you will forget that you’re annoyed by me this morning.
I want that burnt mark on my hand to say: do not ever complain about work to Danh.
Love
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