down & out... & raped good

dear all,

life is a bed of roses, they have thorns... never fully understood this saying till last few days, when i was forced to work nite shifts despite my ailing body.

all me colleagues knew that i was *not feeling well*... gezz how bold can i put it any further (Jap is my 5 or 6 language, so spare me the lecture if u think i should ve done better)... so as it was, i laboured at work wif the most sour face i could contort, the best smile i could put up was barely a smirk.

& this is not the end, because my body had been giving me trouble since the 1st day of august, with a series of headaches, fever, i had been a very grumpy & spiteful person. last nite though my body decided this wasnt enough misery and capped it off with an additional dose of mumps and the OHHH so painful sore throat.

with all these, i brought myself to work, & miraculously lasted 4 hrs till i was completely robbed of speech, literally whatever came forth sounded worse than a bleating goat, robbed of my last thread of pride, for what was i worth more to them than a disposable part timer that *had to* earn that meek 750yen/hr (1 USD=109.6yen) & an undeserving critter who d asked for sick leaves when there's the slightest bodily discomfort.

while i intended to see to end of my shift & then get home for some rest, my body just wouldnt have that kind of talk. so it reacted. the darned sore throat felt so hot that i couldnt speak, as mentioned, when i went to the P in-charge all i could make was uhhhh- uhh-, unintelligible even to a wookie.

in a wify, i left the establishment. im sure i got a few shocked faces seeing me leave like that, but i couldnt care less, all i wanted was to go home. that sole thought kept me going, flying through traffic & evading traps & stops...

till i reach home and tumbled...