Daily struggle of a delicious life

My life was delicious until the summer of 2010. I'm glad to tell you that it will be awesome and great and delicious again in a week.

From the summer of 2010 on I had to work, which meant and means getting up early, getting home late, two things that do not fit to me at all.

I was being asked to work for Reader's Digest, for a summer. Sure, I thought, great for my Curriculum Vitae.. or something, whatever.. So I took the job. What you have to know is that this 'friend' asked me to take the job. I can't say his name, because he might ever read this blog (not that I care about him reading that I find him a jerk, which I think he is, but I want to e-mail this to him in person, just to be sure). This 'friend' is now my boss. I knew him because we'd lived at the same corridor in a student flat, for a year or so.

I hadn't met R. for weeks, when I went to the office of Reader's Digest to speak to him, to 'appy for the job'. R. told me I already had the job, but he had to act like I didn't, because of his superiors. So I went to the office, and met him there. First thing he told me was that I had to behave as I didn't know him, never met him, and that I  had to pretend that I was just some random guy applying for a (he didn't tell me, but I tell you - LOUSY) job. I did, I got the job, and my nightmare began.

More next time. See ya, cheers.