It's been over a month since I last posted that rage-full post. Truth is, in case you still had doubts, I am a terrible blogger. Or am I still considered a blogger? Nah. Even when I was a kid, the thing people offered me the most were diaries, which later converted to the trash bin religion, or ended up being scribbled by my younger sister. This past month I started working (full-time) on that alcohol factory that I mentioned on the previous post. Truth to be told, I was very eager because everybody spoke wonders of it and honestly, the boss is one of the best chiefs I've ever came across. But I didn't adapt too well at that job; It's mindless, mechanical 9 to 6 work. I hated ever single day. Now you might say: you're being picky. Yes, I am. I've came to the conclusion that for one, two months, or even for a year, it's not worth doing something you hate, either it be working for a day at a hotel, or a month at a factory, there's plenty of other wo