I start to counting days, start to think that this place is like hell.
I'm tired of trying to push myself to do things that I don't enjoy.
I'm stressed because I have to do things that I don't like and I don't know how to do.
Everytime I have to pick-up a phone and dial a stranger's number.. it makes me feel... arrgghhh!!!
I know what I want to do, what I like to do, what I enjoy to do... but this is not it.
But a job is a job...well, who in the world likes their job anyway???
22 months to go...
Dear God, please give me strength to go through this. and please show me the way to deal with this.