☮.♥.✮ ☀..✈

I woke up hideously early today. I do remember going to bed ahead of my usual ZzzZz time last night. I arrived home drained and exhausted fixing my clearance, which I accomplished + bordering on getting me irritated was dealing with our Accounting Department. Unfortunately, I had to deal with them and the fact that they lost important documents like two sets of original receipts and original copies of my liquidations. Ah. I can't believe how inefficient they are considering that they have these software(s) / programs -- ie. Platinum and Oracle. I am glad that I am OC otherwise I would not have kept copies of these receipts and liquidations which date all the way back to 2005.

I think it's really not the clearance thing that drained the hell out of me. Yesterday was some kind of a huge day in my former office. It was a sad day for most of the people there. And too bad.. I think I must have brought with me the pensiveness that was happening there yesterday. There were people who were crying. To old office friends that I got to talk to yesterday, I told them that whatever it is that's happening, it should be a good thing. It's really just the time to get out of that comfort zone. I hope they'll be okay.

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And since we are on the subject of something that is not-too-cheerful, can I throw in a dash something horrendous?

SUNDAY MORNING.I was taking out some trash when I saw dead rat in our garage. Grr. The culprits? Well, there is a family of cats who think that they live in our house: Mommy Cat + Daddy Cat + 3 Kitties. Man! It was not a pleasant sight. And I know that Mom was gonna hassle my brother and I with the disposal of the rat. Yikes! It's good that I'm a girl so by default, my brother, Mark was be in-charge of cleaning the mess that these cats made.



What did I learn from the sight of a dead rat?
Horror is important.Ü
It reminds you that you can bleed. It scares the life out of you just to show you how safe you are. Horror knows its business. It knows to keep things simple, to play with your childhood fears - being alone, in the dark, with a man behind the door. Horror knows the power of pace. When to go slow, to make you think the danger is over, and when to bombard with sensory overload. Horror knows to balance sound and its absence. The silence sets the scene for the scream and the screaming ceases for you to enjoy the silence - while it lasts… Horror, when needed, kills your desire to dream. It throws you over its shoulder and carries you to a locked room where it leaves you to wait and shake while the nightmares seep up through the floor.
Rest In Peace, Mr. Rat.