Lights on Me

My name written in the sand somewhere in Africa.

Today was another typical day of working. With a little different, I wore an old t-shirt to the office. Well, everyone was really surprised, cause it's not even weekend. I figure that I need to save my office outfits for some other occasion rather than spoiling it during my work in the warehouse. I'm generally out of black office wear that can withstand the heat, sweat and dirt that i have to mingle every day. My ego pushed me to the edge today. In my mind, I have a bachelor degree. I'm educated, i have a strong education background, with good academic records. In fact, I am the best student in my faculty. And yet, why on earth am I packing goods in the warehouse?? God knows why. For the past 2 months or so, I have been involved deeply in the whole operation. That is based on an agreement between my manager and I, which requires us to 'fix' the problem in the operation. We did. The delivery system was improved. The waiting time for deliveries has been cut down from ...

6 minutes to midnight, and I'm already dreading going back to work. Couldn't remember since when I felt that reluctant to work. Funny thing is, I don't show any exhaustion and unwillingness once I'm at office. In fact, our director were quite please with my performance. So why do I feel so bad then? Really got no idea. It's really time to move on i think. I got job offers from Sylvia's friends. 2 jobs to be exact. Somehow, I'm not that excited, thinking that I don't want to get another favor from her. Wanted to try to get another job on my own. I lost my previous copy of resume, and to the point when I'm starting to rewrite it...I felt a moment of blankness.. sadly the moment was really a long one.. Well, is it time to move? Almost a year now, just another month and that's it. 1 damn year.