Working for a Gujju guy who considers himself American and acts like one too, is pain. Not exact pain. I get paid. On top of that, I have a very thick head. Insults just can't breach it's coat unless, of-course, I let them in. So this guy, whom I am quite grateful for giving me a job, keep hurling insults at his customers. Specially the Indian ones. Calls them "Chutya". Tells me how they keep asking stupid questions over the phone, answers to which are unfathomable to both the parties engaged in conversation, in my opinion. Russel Peters was right. Terrorists hate Americans. Indians hate each other. He keeps saying how I should Not go back to India and make a living here. Mate, you are a living proof why I shouldn't be in this alienated country which makes you forget who you really were. Money isn't everything.
India is heaven. Period.
Tomorrow, should be the final nail in the coffin. I just have had it. Loss after loss after loss after loss. This is not taking LFC anywhere. It's gone from bad to Hodgson and it just doesn't feel right. A guy yesterday saw my LFC scarf. Said, who in his right mind would follow Liverpool.
Someone who prefers sleeping with his wife and not prostitutes.
Liverpool for Life.
Tired.
P.S. - Dark Knight is just way to awesome. Everytime it's new. RIP Ledger.
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