Work work work. Ok, I'm starting to be a bit lazy. In fact, I'm not the only one, but I start to realise how slow things are. I suppose I'm trying to move to fast. Still, I'm happy not to get into any trouble, whatever it is. I start to wonder, and confirm, that my negative views of some others will start to shed light. This is coupled with the fact that I'm starting to see the the side of my colleagues that I don't want to see. Well, maybe its like that, just that I'm too positive. Not my loss anyway, since I felt my time at work was a good job done.
Nothing else mattered, except that I had Melvin to hear me complain through the holiday. Well, he's always nice to listen, which to me, is a priceless friend. Brian was lucky, because he's in India. Still, nothing mattered much as these two have already been good as friends, and not to forget Kenneth. I think I really look like an overgrown kid, with the pampering eyes of the my colleagues at work. Well, not so much but of "pamper" but some things do come easier when you more respect to people, though a prettier face might . I guess that makes the main difference at work, rules or no rules. Sad if we have to look after our backs everytime, which I don't, because I spend more time looking after others than myself, and I scarcely make myself unavailable to help. Now, who says I'm expecting too much from others?
Fourth place assured. Even if Liverpool win Milan, I don't care! A good finish should rightly be rewarded with a Champions League place. But as I always said : Remember Celta Vigo. Champions League is good money, but that can't bridge the gulf between EPL and the Championship.
