Rubbed... Rubbed-A-Dubbed-Dubbed...

As it draw closer to the fact that I am getting binded to a lifetime contract in March, everything matters, every cent counts.

I stood and watched Qert pay up a large amount (to me) to the people who plays cheezy retro 80's I'm-So-Madonna-So-Let's-Workout place. I was silently shaking my head and I grew green. Green with the idea. I could have had a larger diamond. I could have had an overdose of gargantuan Pod. I could have invited 2 more tables at the wedding dinner.

All the "Could Have's" went through my head when throughout the entire ordeal of rubbing off wrong to Qert the last few days (and today aswell), I need to get a hold of my thoughts and re-organise them. I grew green and almost let the anger consume me. If Qert was still on the team and Boss is still Boss, I would have been sent off work. But no, I continued to work. With a frown as intact as the one my Boss has. I seem to have taken over his position of being the frowner.