i was just scrolling through the files in my external hdd, when i stumbled upon a draft posting for my blog.... so, here goes....
i was sitting down with some ex-colleagues many moons back… and conversation, inevitably, revolved around work. How the too-stupid-to-live clients could not provide the much needed information on time; how bosses couldn’t have been more demanding; how subordinates should never have applied for the job; how interpretation of the latest standard is such a bitch; how life will equal work for the next century or so…
and I thought to myself, how lucky I am to have moved out of the industry.
Sure, I can’t bitch about work like before (I suppose bitching about work and a lot of other people give one a sense of superiority and it might even feel like the job is so tough it provides job satisfaction!!)… not to mention not being able to climb the so ever glamourous corporate ladder; wear that office suit which lends an air of importance (really??!) - when we are really just feeling poor due to the super low pay and exploited due to the super long hours…
but now, I get to see the sun, I have time to meet up with friends at decent hours, I’m not always the last one to appear at a gathering, i have time for gym, for tennis, I’m more patient with my family members, I have time to read, I can just lie around and do nothing on a Sunday morning…
bliss… :)
let’s think about job prospects, higher pay, respect and recognition … another day. After all, I didn’t want a job where people will think “wah… so smart”… I wanted a job where people will think “lucky bitch… so much time for all that… no need to work ka???”, alternatively, “wah… so much marni one… somemore no need to work like dog”…
not quite there yet… but feels like I’m on the right track…
p/s : some people out there might not agree… well, that’s too bad. Live with it!
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