Once upon a time, though it looks like I will be telling a fairy tale, there were saturdays and sundays. My story here will look more like beauty and the beast, beauty being me and my job being the beast and I am, apparently, in love with it. This is the turmoil of month of January 2016 that will be taking a sophisticated form, when, in fact in my heart I am addressing it other wise. My month of January had five staurdays of which three were working and I am sure that would be enough to manifest what I would have gone through. After all this when came Saturday and Sunday, nothing was most awaited but these two days. It was like a heavenly feeling, finally after so after many days of typing and ideating my mind ended up saying 'not anymore'. Now suddenly there is feeling that why am I discussing January in month of February. It is the accumulated frustration of 'getting to work alot and now, not getting to work at all' that is getting out. So, in short I was pissed and I am pissed. So, I thought to put all the annoyance and aggravation into the single post and here I am having no Idea of what I am writing, all I know is that it is weekend and I am lovin it.......... sitting in my quilt...........
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