Monday, November 5, 2007

I wanted to be a * *. But that didn't last long.

As much as necessary, I will do a lighter side of entry this time. My previous entries were enthralling dreadful and stunningly pathetic – damn I don’t want this to be a lonely stop for all of us. Whatever it is.

He and I grabbed a drink after work last Friday summing up the overview of working life– finding the right profession, obviously, was always an issue. He mentioned he has things to deal with – I would say several options in a short time which I’m certain he can construct and achieve it. We both know it wasn’t easy but that is worth trying. He nodded. I smiled.

As for me, I yearn for something raw, fast-moving, a bit risky and perhaps artistic. In brief, I need a change of job and environment. When your job has become flat, de- motivating and it’s putting you in a psychological trap, this is when you really know what you want next or knowing what works best for you. I mean my working life right now feels like I’m standing on an exact spot where someone got murdered brutally.

Pauline did tell me what I am competent of doing. I need to have a killer personality to do so. Killer personality, people, here means I have to be audacious and vivacious to handle the job. A word or two from her is really encouraging because she says what you do not want to hear. Thanks P, I will get back to you on that. Tell me something P, are you saying that no profession is too impractical or too dull to merit inclusion?

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