I didn't want a 9 to 5 job, didn't want to don crisp collared shirts, didn't want to be a zombie in a cubicle. I shunned away the concept despite the financial security. I see the glass and metal buildings of Makati and Ortigas as machines churning out robots. I refused to be confined, to be subjected in conformity of that nature, whatever nature you might call it.
So I should put up with the consequences of that choice.
This is to remind myself that...YES, sometimes it would mean...
- Being on-call 24 hours, in mind, body, and spirit
- An erratic social life-line
- Putting up with jerks
- Putting up with Bipolar jerks
- Invasive colleagues (Forget about personal space and time)
- Experiencing the complex since simpler means dampening creative chutzpah
- Handling egos of all measures
- The unending discussion/debate with parents to justify what you're doing
- Poorita moments
- Loss of tranquility
I expect the list to go on longer. Then again, this is only a reminder. I chose this and I knew what was coming, or at least knew I have to face whatever it is coming. I admit I half-crave this chaos, the ngarag. The idea of being bored to death in front of a monitor just suddenly seemed comforting when you're in the throes of self-preservation.
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Add this to the list...
11. Working with kids, figuratively.
I just hope the "adult's" patience goes longer than their attention span. As a friend pointed out, shouldering others' work is good training--horizons broadened and shit--but it sure gets tiresome. I appreciate the opportunity but I think it got past the point of mentoring, onto negligence for a select few. My youth's getting zapped by vibes vampires, and they're fangs' getting deeper. Youch.
