how to be happy.

1. Know the core of it. 

When you know the reason why you felt that way it would be easy for you to cope up with such problem since you'll be able to find a solution and you'll be able to think of it. Thinking about that person/thing/happening will not only let your chest be free from the burden but it will also sharpen your mind since you'll be able to know what to do and what not to do when the same situation happens.

2. Dont be OC
When something went wrong and you've got stash of money, or you have your credit card with you the moment a depressing event happen never let your self be a compulsive buyer.You might like the feeling but YOU'LL REGRET IT. Trust me been there, done that. It aint no good.Instead go to a place, a place not swarmed with different people but maybe, perhaps of free birds, butterflies or any beautiful creatures that does not pollute your mind with negativity. You'll feel free of such burden. when you got to a place such as garden, a forest(best place to contemplate.just dont go in the middle of that or youll never find your way back)or in a mountain where birds are flying above you. FREE YOUR MIND. Think of happy thoughts. You'll know what you need, not what you want. You did not just saved money but you also freed yourself from such heavy burden.

So I recently got unemployed after a month long working in a company we thought was just a baby company trying to make it big after operation but it collapsed as fast as it was built. None of us, though some are already thinking the boss I have would run the pay out money from our client HireRight owned by Taron for he looks like a suspicious guy. A commotion set in las May 15, 2013 when he chatted me on on facebook, very informal that he stepped out of position as COO and told me to report to the CEO starting that day, I sent him quotes about not giving up but then! When he left our office, took all his important belongings with him and allegedly connived with his girlfriend.The CEO, the OM and the Director started crying in their room, we never dared to enter because we thought they were discussing about something serious, reminisced the past, perhaps. But when they never stopped squalling we went inside and they started telling me he ran off with the money. I was shocked, I should have been the first one to know but it happened after three days off work, so who am I to know. 

All the agents were gathered in our office some from wave 1, wave2 and wave 3 they were there very hostile but were briefed to not harm my boss so he wouldnt be intimidated. Everyone cannot hold unto their anger towards Ryan some were plotting some kind of harm towards him like hitting him in the head using a sturdy figurine. We all waited for hours for him, we thought he wouldnt come, but he did. Got there like he's a rich man questioning the people about why is people talking some nasty things about him, nobody answered and so our directress rephrase the question that made all the people speak. He was so arrogant unpleasing to those who detested him.. 

So people emotionally delivered their appeal towards Ryan of how stupid he was risking the lives of people who came from different places, hoping that their efforts would be paid off but the psycho-shark answered them in a laconic way which heated the room that he was insulted by numerous people of different races and gender. 

It was such a tragedy me and my friend was in a floating state contemplating about how our first job provided us with such tragedy that traumatized us. It would be fine with us if we were paid by the efforts weve exerted but no, like the rest of them we exist unpaid. And thats the something we cant accept. The fact that he borrowed money from us, the secretaries who havent been fully paid. That pains us both. He borrowed money like he can pay it, promised us he would but he never did.

And this monday May 27, 2013, were on our kneels, praying that we would be paid, not entirely the amount were supposed to receive but the money that was agreed upon by both parties to be released on monday. I would love to tell you this in a story but I dislike remembering it all, my tears that fell onto my cheeks, the chaos within the office not to mention those people who speaks like the words they used was their idea. It took me a while before I moved on however, it leaves a scar in my unoccupied chest like I have been hurt by my imaginary boyfriend, his effect on everybody was very hard to fought off, its like a carnal disease, a strike to the ribs and no analgesic medicine could cure the sudden stab that caused an open wound to innocent people who only desires to work and earn money with their elbow grease.