Job woes.

I have a smile plastered on my face this morning, coz I know that’s the only way I’m going to get through what is already promising to be a long, long day. My partner in crime has taken ill, so I’m sure to have an uneventful day ahead of me. I’m already done with the most eventful part of my morning, which is going through the dailies. I thank God for my job, because before I was here, I had no idea which minister was for what, who killed who…..who stole what. Actually truth be told, I still have no idea about the ministers, but atleast I’m up to speed with the headlines. Which takes me to my next topic. I’m not a saint, far from it, but I can’t for the life of me understand why tabloids insist on ruining people’s already tumultuous lives by printing what they want the public to believe is the truth, or atleast their twisted version of it. Imagine finally coming to terms with the lifestyle of  your philandering husband, then he’s bludgeoned to death by his disgruntled mistress? Like this isn’t bad enough, his blood splattered face is flashed on the front page, in addition to the gory details that have been divulged about him. Imagine suffering the heartbreaking loss of a child that you never got a chance to hold, and just as the wounds are beginning to heal, these ruthless vultures decide to print a story about it like it doesn’t even matter? sheesh! As promised, it has been a long day. But a day I am thankful for, because I am alive. I am alive and of sane mind. Let eachother be, the world would be a totally different place. Make love, not war. ‘Til next time. Peace, T.