You must first have to be young and stupid.
For the past 4 months, I've been dragging my heels to work. Time spent on my desk distressingly slow because the work I have been doing is defiantly the most mundane of all. I am not happy with what I am doing.
After much deliberation and contemplation only because of awesome colleagues and two best girls Clara and Cassandra, I decided to put my foot down and tendered my resignation. People are nice, money is pretty good and Cecil Street is just seven minutes away from Mom's workplace at International Plaza and that also means I get to take the car home with Mum most days. But four months into this job and I do not see myself doing the same any much longer. I'm spent. I'm done.
And I'm going to be unemployed for some time.
Quitting my job before securing one is a gamble. Spending more than a grand to participate in a voluntary project abroad after quitting my job and before getting one is just plain insane. To be honest, I don't know what gave me the guts to do what my Dad and a couple friends deem 'stupid'. And though I do not regret the decisions I have made thus far one iota, I have to admit I'm rather afraid of not being able to get a job when I get back. But uncertainty can be fun. Besides, I dislike my current job too much to pick employment over uncertainty and/or unemployment.
For a fortnight, I hope to get to seek my solace and know me better, meet like-minded individuals from all around the planet, bond with the Vietnamese kids, eat lots and lots of Pho, know what I want to do next in life, visit Halong Bay and go on a trek up Sapa.
Not expecting blisters and scrabs and scrapes and lacerations but definitely expecting an experience of a lifetime!
For the past 4 months, I've been dragging my heels to work. Time spent on my desk distressingly slow because the work I have been doing is defiantly the most mundane of all. I am not happy with what I am doing.
After much deliberation and contemplation only because of awesome colleagues and two best girls Clara and Cassandra, I decided to put my foot down and tendered my resignation. People are nice, money is pretty good and Cecil Street is just seven minutes away from Mom's workplace at International Plaza and that also means I get to take the car home with Mum most days. But four months into this job and I do not see myself doing the same any much longer. I'm spent. I'm done.
And I'm going to be unemployed for some time.
Quitting my job before securing one is a gamble. Spending more than a grand to participate in a voluntary project abroad after quitting my job and before getting one is just plain insane. To be honest, I don't know what gave me the guts to do what my Dad and a couple friends deem 'stupid'. And though I do not regret the decisions I have made thus far one iota, I have to admit I'm rather afraid of not being able to get a job when I get back. But uncertainty can be fun. Besides, I dislike my current job too much to pick employment over uncertainty and/or unemployment.
For a fortnight, I hope to get to seek my solace and know me better, meet like-minded individuals from all around the planet, bond with the Vietnamese kids, eat lots and lots of Pho, know what I want to do next in life, visit Halong Bay and go on a trek up Sapa.
Not expecting blisters and scrabs and scrapes and lacerations but definitely expecting an experience of a lifetime!
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