punched drunk hate?

public holidays cut short my self imposed exile from home. pretty crap way to end something like that. life can be pissed-off boring in a camp where nobody stays in at any time, even if they live at the other end of the island. self amusement can only be restricted to playing console games, alone, listening to late night radio where they play all the sappy love songs and air sad sob love stories, or sleep.

seriously speaking, i dont even know what the hell am i doing alive nowadays. nothing to do, just a stupid deadline that keeps getting extended 'cos someone involved always didnt have time for their interviews and statements. work is like... smoke, walk around, see if theres anything the boss needs, smoke and more smoke. the workplace is pretty fucked up too. my men keeps complaining, my boss keeps pushing, i'm stuck in the middle, due to take over, and pretty much have no power over anything. the bloody politics are fucked up. actually there's no politics. there's only a dictatorship. 1 of the guys keep getting pushed around by my staff. i cant stand people pushing over smaller guys just because they feel like it. if its 1 thing i cant stand, its fucked up bullying.

thats all for now, elaboration and more crap when i'm more sober. think i'm gonna crash out now.