It was the Monday right after my college graduation when I started working and as I’ve said, it’s the beginning of my complaints about the rest of my life.
Work gives me satisfaction. When I am busy, I tend to think and feel that I am productive. I don’t exactly love my job but if there is one thing that I am thankful about it, it makes me feel human. It makes me feel that I am capable of too much pain and anger, too much exhaustion and annoyance, of too much irritation and distress – all in one day. Yes, redundancy emphasizes the negativity of it. However, if there is any consolation from the employment I have now, it’s the experience I gain every day, the experiences I’ve heard from my work mates, my boss’ silly little jokes and some after work parties I cannot forget. Aside from that, my work experience is very monotonous. I don’t know, I have so many other plans with my life but I can’t seem to leave this place. It keeps me as a prisoner.
It’s been a year and I hope everything will get better. I still have a lot to learn.