is this my dream job? is this want i want to do really? is it right to be thinking about it in the first place? that was all the questions popped in my head this morning. ensued by a long sigh.
i had a late breakfast after a brief discussion with our team. by the time i'm walking down to the food court, that "what the fuck am i doing here?" question surfaced. i feel like someone waiting to die. that breakfast routine is just to fill in the blanks so that i won't be thinking about my death. that's bad.
i think i need a new job. or maybe some challenges. or perhaps, simply a change. when you feel too complacent at this age after a long holiday, you ought to start doing something about it.
comments anyone?
i had a late breakfast after a brief discussion with our team. by the time i'm walking down to the food court, that "what the fuck am i doing here?" question surfaced. i feel like someone waiting to die. that breakfast routine is just to fill in the blanks so that i won't be thinking about my death. that's bad.
i think i need a new job. or maybe some challenges. or perhaps, simply a change. when you feel too complacent at this age after a long holiday, you ought to start doing something about it.
comments anyone?
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