Yesterday was just a bad dream. It never happened. What immaturity presented such an atrocious action? Does having a title permit oneself to behave as if even god almighty was beneath you?
Laws in this nation were built and preserved for a reason. Because those who create it were dealt the same harshness as was dealt towards me.
I go through life with a smile. As Uncle Raja Shah always says, "you strive to achieve your goals, but at the end of the day, Allah provides and only HE alone provides for you".
I take that to my grave. God knows I'll be whipped and maimed for my sins here on earth. But that i'll carry to my grave.
I await the interview with The Edge Daily, a company I would honestly love to work with. The first company after The Star which I made the effort of applying to.
Hoping against hope that it all turns well and that I am accepted into the bosom of the company. Oh make no mistake, I would embrace her tightly. If they whip me, I embrace even harder. So long as they don't whip me and allow my wounds to bleed dry without any ounce of medicine to quell the angry wounds i would embrace all that harder.
The problem with that company was not the workload, albeit it was suffocatingly tremendous, but the attitude of the management. There was nothing for the workers. No thank you or well done.Well not in the gratuitous sense anyway.
We were dogs given duties fending for ourselves in the bowels of the dungeon. If no work was done today, there would be no food laid out for us. We were the mongrel scum in that company and the owners were giddy in the fact that they could mold us into more obedient scum who never raised our snouts or noses from the floor to look up into their worthless, pretentious eyes.
I left the company with a smile on my face and a song in my heart knowing that if I so ever crossed paths with any of them again, I would be invincible against their poison.
