Pig resubmits tax form

 

“What are you doing, Pig?” Robert asked.

“I am submitting a new tax form to adsense,” I said.

“I remember that you said you stopped earning from youtube.”

“Yes, I did,” I said while my fingers were typing, “I closed my adsense but adsense didn’t allow me to remove it because of the threshold. I thought it would not be a bother, but they sent me recently to fill out a new form of tax. I thought of going back to adsense to find a way to remove it, but it turned out to re-open. I don’t have a clue what’s going on and why it is like this. Since I don’t want my head to spin around, I decided to re-partner with adsense. And now I must fill the tax form and submit it.”

“Doing a job with humans is complicated.” Robert sighed.

I wagged my head, “It’s my karma. It’s me myself who wants to be like a human while I am a pig.”

Pig receives hate comments

“Pig,” Robert called me. “There are many ding sounds from your phone.”

“I think they are notifications that there are comments on my videos,” I said.

“Videos?”

“Yes.” I walked out of the bathroom. “I am learning marketing. To remember the lesson, I have to take note but writing in a book makes me feel sleepy and bored, so I created my own way of taking note by making a video of each lesson that I learn, like a slideshow presentation, then uploading it onto a video platform. And there are a lot of comments.”

“They praise your videos, don't they?”

“Well, there were but a few. Most of them said I am showing off that I am skillful in marketing.”

“Hate comments!”

“It’s freedom of speech.” I smiled. “I don't mind.”

Pig got insomonia

"You look not well, pig?” Robert asked.

“I didn't sleep for a few nights,” I said.

“Why?”

“I don't know. I just knew that I wanted to sleep but I didn't sleep.”

After saying that, I dropped on the chair. “I really want to sleep,” I stated.

“Well,” Robert touched his chin, “I think you should work out. My former boss had this issue and I heard his son told him to work out then his sleep returned.”

“Okay, I'll do it.”

Hurriedly, I jogged around the house.

The world won't be

"Is this world perfect?” Robert asked.

“No, this world is not perfect,” I said.

“Will it be perfect?”

I shook my head, “No, it won't.”

“It really can't be, can it?”

“Never and ever. Stop hoping for it.”

Robert sighed after hearing it.