Maybe I've been asking God for the wrong person in my life.
God, I've always asked you (when I remember to ask you) for a pogi, straight, tall, funny, witty, promdi, God-fearing, twenty-something boyfriend. Yes, this has been going on for ages. Today, I admit that I've been asking you for the wrong person. I've realized that more than anyone in this world, I'd like to have a boss/supervisor who doesn't make my life a living hell. Hopefully, you'll let me have this person in my next career move. Yes, You heard it right: no more Piolo; just a boss worth working for.
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