work. yes, bored of work. I don’t know if it’s because after 3 months, i’m still not getting used to this whole new phase of life called ‘workinghood’ (having an income needs no getting used to), or or is it because i’m simply not excited by the kind of things i do.
But that’s another story for another day and a select audience, for the reasons of discretion and the lack of an enthusiasm to even lament about it.
I wonder what’s next to look forward to. Annual trips? Studying? or something exciting? Somehow I choose to believe that i’m experiencing the Singaporean boy male quarter-life crisis, where I’m fresh out of college, getting into the workforce and frankly unexcited by the road ahead.
Center for Career Advancement called today. NTU’s office, or so I heard from the lady on the line, asking me if I’m interested in applying for financial institutions’ Management Associates Programme. Fleetingly I wanted to say yes. Then after remember what is coming in the months ahead, coupled with the potential difficulty in applying for (the limited amount of) leave, and in the possibility that, -shudders-, my application was successful, the nightmare of having to tender and be labeled ‘irresponsible’ by leaving halfway through a project, sigh, I said no.
Maybe that’s the problem with me. I dare not dream. I dare not take action to try for things that could possibly excite me, or challenge me.
My best friend, on the other hand, went crazy and applied for cabin crew, and actually got the job. And now he is graduating, and will be happily jetsetting all over the world (actually only to a couple of dozens of destinations), repeating “chicken or fish, sir/mdm/boy/girl” over 100 times on each flight. That is the kind of life I thought I wanted when I was a kid, and my best friend’s doing me the favour by living it for me. Gee.
And I’m deskbound, albeit (thankfully) surrounded by an office of girls ladies (i really should update my vocab), and spend my nights doing dinner with the same bunch of friends, going for bahasa jepun kelas and come back to home every night after my mom slept.
I want to do something exciting. Like teaching English in Taiwan for a year. Or two. Or doing my masters in London, or even Portugal. Or take up a job in US for a couple of months.
I regret not doing work and travel in US for summer. Bahhh. Should have done that. >.<
Alright. Enough lamenting, because I have always been told that I should count my blessings. Now that I have a good job, a good pay, maybe it's time to just do my best for the next year or so, and decide where else I should head on after that.
