The New Bureaucrat

Into the 2nd week in BigFirm, I'm still surviving. Never went home on time since the first day, and going back to the office on weekends. And I've yet to be assigned to anything really major.

However.

However, the back-log has already started.

Trying hard to piece all the loose puzzles of firm policy, only to find out that templates and forms have been updated or amended.

That aside, I think I'm still in my managers' good books. Well, at least that's what I hear.

Well, so far.

I better not screw up.

The Temporary

It is done. Finally.

No more driving to that stench-filled dilapidated building. No more squeakeroos. No more starving till 10. No more life-less weekends. No more screamers. No more run-fire bitch.

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But only for 2 months. 2 freedom-filled months. Before reality bites again.

Just for 2 months. Only 2 months.

The Necessity

After 2 straight fucked up days, I need me some beer.
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Even if I end up like this...