On Soup, Fish Odor And Wild Boar

I’m craving for soup and bread. There’s only one place that serves soup at this hour, and I already know I will be disappointed on my first slurp. KFC now serves mushroom soup. It tastes worse than instant soup.

My stomach is growling. It’s almost four, and in a few minutes I’ll have lunch. I wish I were at home instead. It would be nice to sleep beside my son again.

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Time is rather slow today. It always is when there is nothing to do. I’ve been unproductive the minute I got to the office. I’m so lucky I have this job. I can always cram a week’s worth of work in a couple of days.

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There’s a vacancy for Human Resources Officer. It’s my chance to jump ship but the post will be in Makati or Alabang. I would grab the Makati post if only I could take the odor of Fishy’s Smelly Bitch. I’ll run into her sooner or later. I already had the privilege of seeing her best buddy, the Wild Black Boar, during our company Christmas party. I wanted to throw up at her sight.

In case I am confusing you, Fishy’s Smelly Bitch is Denver’s whore and the Wild Black Boar is her obese best friend.

Ugh! Writing about them is making me sick.