Good News, Bad News.

"First the bad news," she said, smiling till her cheeks hurt.

I thought it was really bad news. For the person she was talking to, it wasn't. For me, it was. I just wanted to place both of my hands on her neck and wring the life out of her. But hey, wouldn't do it. Couldn't do it.

And I thought it was the end of the world for the guy. He looked so concerned, with eyes piercing into the lady's soul, trying to find out what the secret was about.

She blurted both the bad and the good news in one sentence.

I wanted to end my life then and there.

I mean, I work hard for this company. I really do. They said my efforts would be recognized. WHEN? I want to get out of this hellhole, if not for the fact that I badly need every cent that I get from this place.

Bills to pay, food to purchase. Things I have to think about as the head of the household.

But yet, I really want to break FREE!!

Good news for my colleague turned out to be Bad news for me. Oh well, back to the drawing board...