Working

I have come to realise that working is never as pleasant as it may seem. While the notion of receiving money at the end of every month, and the thought of spending them, is very attractive and appealing, the process one has to go through to earn that money appears to suggest that everyone in the world deserves at least triple the amount the money they receive. Going through a bumpy month, lots of physical hard work and always-changing working hours, and earning only a basic of RM800 per month is simply not a job that is worth taking for a long term.

However, working does suggest one thing: that one needs to grow up, to start leaving the comfort zone and do stuffs that are much more demanding and less relaxing. It is often believed that working is about freedom. It is one which you think you get freedom to roam around, and seek for whatever that gains you money. However, every work has its rules and regulation, and a complete freedom is never bestowed to anyone who sign up for a job.

In this complicated world, social contact has become a little foreign to certain people and communicating with strangers has become a very challenging job. I have, with only a meagre one month experience, come to realisation that different clients have different requirements, and this different requirements is what makes the job extremely challenging. You have got to try your best to satisfy everyone's desire, and give them your best shot to fulfil their wishes in order to succeed and gain profit. It is not an easy task, as physically we grow tired, and mentally we get frustrated. Exacerbated by heavy traffic due to constant travelling and time factors, a business trip isn't a pleasant journey one would look upon.

It's been the second month I've ventured into the world of business, and I foresee I'll continue to be part of this world until the end of May. I have, through experience, realised that I need to leave my comfort zone. The fact that I currently still live in my abode engenders me to get lazy while working: that I hate waking up early - though living in a hostel probably makes no difference - that I eagerly await for lunch break every morning, that after the break I wait to go back home, and never want to OT.

It isn't a good thought. It simply suggest I have become a slave to the job, to such an extent I have been wrestling to get out of it as much as possible. I should make changes: I should make the job a slave of mine. I shouldn't care much about the time, I should OT as willingly as possible, and never let the time tells me what I should do while I'm working. Through careful measures and analysis I have come to the conclusion that I am acting in such a deplorable way because I subconsciously know that I would be at my best comfort zone after work - home, and this causes me to reject anything that is between my way from my working place to my home whenever it is erasable.

And thus I've become a slave to my job. And an off time suggests a freedom from labour.

It's a bad thought.

Therefore, I would try my best to change. I'll try not to wear a watch, and to remember one thing: while I occasionally hate my job, I am not alone. There are people out there who are going through the same thing as I: going to work against one's will, bound to rules and regulations that greatly restricts freedom, and often is thrown hindrance that oppressively repels any form of gains. I am not alone, and I will never be.

Look at the world from a different angle, and you might find the world a place where everyone is isolated and yet bound together with the same stuff that separates everyone. The world is not that bad. Smile, and it'll get better. Time lapses the same way and at the same speed however way you carry out your life. =)