I probably have to give Jason, May, Jingsi and Carol's birthday party a miss. For Messina Greats, it is as good as hanging up my boots already. My regular KTV sessions ceased when I have to turn kakis down. All this for the new environment that I was fortunate enough to set my foot in, for the recruitment had stopped at the time I applied for the post.
1 life, live it. The motto does not represent the stand of the frontline sales staff.
I have been with the shop for 11 days. The handphone-technology dummy have to bear with the indigestion from the required product knowledge and all. Back at the interview, I emphasised my strength of being adaptive. Now I realise that it isn't mere words that can get me adjusted. The timing simply suck.
From attending parties, blasting KTVs, tugging at the soccer pitch, dinners and suppers with my 2 usual gangs, I found a drastic change to my past time. Since there is no companion during my free time, I found friendship in Naruto. Bro's dusty massive collection of animae could at least accompany me for the next few months. And I finally get to load my game of Final Fantasy X, last played in 2004. At the end of it all, the emptiness only seem to magnify.
On the bright side, this job offered a glimpse of hope for enrolment on the next SIM intake. The way to sustain throughout days in SIM (should it happen), would be to working 5 days a week with the shop, and 2 days full day in school.
Then I pounder on the irony. Intending to live a life, I have to sacrifice life only to make a living. For now there seems no clear definition to the line.
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"it is the truth universally acknowledged that the moment one area of your life starts going okay, another part of it falls spectacularly to pieces."
i know this isnt great advice, considering i got it off bridget jones.. but thought it was applicable.
the last time i could acknowledge it was much much earlier this year. now, everything is shit.
have heart dear.. its takes some getting used to. take good care of yourself alright..
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