passing time

I have a few entries in my draft which I shall leave them as they were. This explains why this brief entry for December only began tonight. I used to keep a diary and when I cleared them cos they were memories of the past, it felt as if evidence of the written truth were discarded. I remember I'd a childhood dream to be a writer. The kind who writes plays cos I felt like an au naturel drama queen. That is of cos apart from wanting to be a teacher. I stopped tutoring when my student made me cry. When it comes to work, I have trained a few trainees but none of them stayed long. I celebrated my 9th anniversary last week with my 'buddy' who trained me when I joined. She is very proud of my experience and knowledge attained (after I wasted my youth away..) It is ironic how I also did the same thing when I trained my newbies. I encouraged them to leave when they shared how terrible it was to be in the customer service especially in our company. Just how did I survive..