The Chipper

08/11/2008

I am writing now, because a text doesn’t mean an hour to be grown. I have a wound on my right hand and I made it myself. It resembles me a pain, which I have been feeling from few days now. However I decided somehow to feel this pain physically and not so much psychologically. 

Now I feel surely that my role in the chipper is about to come to an end. However this pain perhaps resembles me of what kind of work I have been through. There was no permission no merci or good sense, there was moments of loneliness inside that damned chipper. I try to think where I have failed but regardless I admit that it’s not the kind work that I am interested in.  

Yesterday I worked until closing time of that damned chipper and today I was called in for just miserable 4 hours. What kind of joke is this? Should I kiss his hand and ask for merci…

I recognize my endeavors to accomplish with my duty forth and back. But now I know it’s a time to change again…