Horchata (English pronunciation: /ɔrˈtʃɑːtə/; Spanish: [orˈtʃata]) or orxata (Valencian: [oɾˈtʃata]) is the name of several kinds of traditional beverage, made of ground almonds, sesame seeds, rice, barley, or tigernuts (chufas).
I really enjoy sharing my love of music. I've always been a huge fan, music takes me somewhere other than the place that I am. It takes me to a place where I am happy, where nothing can be wrong.
This song makes me so happy. It's a wonderful feel-good song. Maybe not the lyrics so much (I googled Horchata Lyric Meaning, and it says the song is about death), but the melody is really upbeat, happy...
My life is currently a big bowl of bore. A big bowl of repetative, annoying, bore. I friggen hate it. I wish I had a little excitement in my life. I get up at the same time every day, shower, get dressed, make my lunch... It's all the same, every damn day. Every single day. Go to work, keyboard meaningless shit for 2-3 hours... It's so stupid. Work is so stupid. I don't even know why I bother opening my mouth. It's not like my opinion counts or anything. "I've tried changing it, and nothing works." Well, FUCK, why the hell does an 8 month old need a parking permit? I mean, unless they are on oxygen or something. That I understand. But does "child needs to be in a stroller" really mean that the child needs a parking permit? EVERY FUCKING 8 MONTH OLD IS IN A STROLLER, DUMB ASSES! But, like I said, my opinion doesn't count. It doesn't matter. So, I just try to keep my mouth shut, do my job. And just approve everyone who walks in the god damn door. Because it's all about the money. Charging people is bringing integrity to the program? Yah. Okay.
And then there is my fucking co-worker. I don't even know if I should call her a co-worker. She's full-time, and is absent at least one day EVERY week, or so it seems. And things just seem to run a lot more smoothly with her absent. MORE work seems to get done. Odd, isn't it? I have less to do when she's here, but more seems to get done when she's absent. And trust me, it's not because we are chatty. Because we aren't anymore. I'm just sick of her shit. It's always something. If you don't want to work - then don't work. Go sit on your ass at home and do nothing.
Anyway. I'm just grumpy. Taking my frustrations out on all you readers. But, I suppose that's what a blog is for, right? LOL!
I'm off to do some filing. Have loads to do! I'm a month behind! Tata! :)
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