| 2:28 pm Recently, I have been taking a lot of trips down memory lane… unintentionally. Yesterday I was browsing the Christmas Goodies section of DJ’s in the city, waiting for JL to use the toilet. How cute were those chocolates and candies! I found myself thinking, ‘oh these are so adorable! Perhaps I should get some for Shirley’s little cousins’ and then I thought ‘Hang on, I seem to remember being here, thinking the exact same thing before!’ It was then that I realized, about a year ago after the Redbull Air Race, while also waiting for JL and his friend to use the toilet, I was also browsing the Christmas Goodies section of DJ’s, also thinking the exact thing as I was yesterday! It has been a year, ALREADY!!! It sure didn’t feel that long ago. Time sure flies… at a scary speed. And then there was that time I was walking down the Terrace… another office worker amongst hundreds others during busy lunch hour, walking quickly to or from lunch. I was suddenly reminded of the time two and a half years ago, when I was in my final semester, a soon-to-be graduate desperately applying for jobs. I remember those job interviews in the city, which I would put on my best working attire for, and was always so nervous I could never think straight. I remember standing on the Terrace after those interviews, full of hopes and uncertainties, wishing so hard I would get the job so I could one day join all those professional looking people walking around me. Then I remembered the first day at work – how I felt as I put on my new top and new skirt, and how I felt when I walked on the Terrace so proud and happy that I was finally one of them. I still felt out of place, but I knew that from the outside, to people who didn’t know, I looked exactly like any other professionals around me. And that made me happy. That was two years and three months ago. How time flies… Now I am just another person in the corporate world, who’s so overwhelmed by work-fatigue. Two years and three months into joining the corporate world, and already wondering how the heck am I going to survive the next 30 years knowing I’m working my buttocks off funding the drug and drinking addiction of some bum down the road, while I sit here at home using internet which is slower than most people, on a rip-off plan with quota so meager that it bursts every other month, because none of the hard earned tax money I so diligently contributed to has been spent on making my life more comfortable. Now that I have become a bitter whiny little woman, it is good to take the occasional trip down memory lane. As it reminds me that I, too, was once young and naïve and the world was carefree and happy. Every now and then, it’s good to be reminded so we can try to be less bitter, and more appreciative. Frown less, and smile more…. |
