Remember the Terms, Please.

Done some thinking during yesterday’s rather appalling day, frankly, and realized maybe I should call it quits. Because this is more than what I signed up for. It’s like signing up for a job as driver then made to be part of a bank job. Sure, it’s my job to drive around, but not be the driver for a heist that will land me in prison.

And y’all have got to realize that asking me to do what you’re asking of me will only work in the same way as digging a grave with a spanner will work; that by the time you’re done, so much time has passed you might as well bury yourself in the very same hole.

Subtly adding terms to my contract don’t work, in case you have a not so commendable memory. You have doubts? Questions? A problem with amending it? The solution is simple. Fire me.

And it’s the last week. Only when I am in the very same position do I not agree with what the bunch is saying; ‘there isn’t much time left, let’s focus on the job’. Right. If so, stop asking questions. Because after all, you bunch are unaware of my terms to begin with. I agreed to help carry the burden whenever I can, not fill a gap or take a responsibility.

But then again, I don’t blame you. You bunch don’t know me well enough. No one who hasn’t will ever want to. Probably the same for those who already know me well.

Adieu to y’all. Think about it, because I certainly have.