A Picture of my Life through Text Messages
It's 10:00pm and I get some text messages from my boss. It went like this:
MY BOSS: I have to tell you something. Thirteen years ago, I was a BEAUTY QUEEN in California. I had a traumatic incident that caused me to lose the Miss California title. It was an incident that involved another girl, and sabatoge. The swat team had to come.
ME: .....
ME: Why are you telling me this? I'm in the middle of watching the Vampire Diaries, please stop bothering me.
MY BOSS: And because I could not be a BEAUTY QUEEN, I ended up getting an MBA from Yale and now I am slaving away at a corporation. I lost my dream.
ME: Again, why are you telling me this? Elena is about to choose between Stefan or Damon. Please GET TO YOUR POINT.
MY BOSS: My point is...I was hoping that you would feel sorry for me, and wake up early to take that 6:00am conference call with Europe in my place.
ME: Umm...you hoped wrong, I will do no such thing.
MY BOSS: I have to tell you something. Thirteen years ago, I was a BEAUTY QUEEN in California. I had a traumatic incident that caused me to lose the Miss California title. It was an incident that involved another girl, and sabatoge. The swat team had to come.
ME: .....
ME: Why are you telling me this? I'm in the middle of watching the Vampire Diaries, please stop bothering me.
MY BOSS: And because I could not be a BEAUTY QUEEN, I ended up getting an MBA from Yale and now I am slaving away at a corporation. I lost my dream.
ME: Again, why are you telling me this? Elena is about to choose between Stefan or Damon. Please GET TO YOUR POINT.
MY BOSS: My point is...I was hoping that you would feel sorry for me, and wake up early to take that 6:00am conference call with Europe in my place.
ME: Umm...you hoped wrong, I will do no such thing.
