Work post-partum

In the midst of a work-related imbroglio, here I am sitting infront of the “radiation-glaring” box again. (yeah, like something’s changed.) But, this time, I use it to my advantage…to lift me from my ho-hum environment.

(I remain melancholic with the way things are happening, but that’s just about it.)

I feel like I have suddenly become a witness of a paranormal apparition. This past 6 months, I cannot believe everything I have experienced. My mental faculties keep telling me it’s just the way things really are, but my conscience negates to it. I feel like there’s more…it can get better. Nobody told me it’s supposed to look like this. The academe failed to simulate life

I am thankful that I am not one among the many graduates whose resumes are all piled up on top of the “deciding boss’s” desk catching cracker crumbs or spilt coffee. I am thankful that I get to land on a neat job without exerting too much pre-selling of my educational background and what I can contribute to the company..blah..blah.. I didn’t even had a time contemplating if my looks can jeopardize my job hunt. And that which, will prove if I really am the wallflower in the vast sea of “anorexics and science-for-human-enhancement”. For the record, I have never experienced doing the leg-work in my entire career (if it qualifies as such). The jobs just keep popping up like umbrellas during a bloody good rain.

The case being so, I am grateful that some company/institution has my name in its callous-thick ledger of “payroll employees”. But, I know there’s something more to feel. There’s more air to breath, more dust to expose myself to. When I was in college, I have always been so idealistic in life, believing that I can metamorphose into the demands of whatever environment I am in. I have always been so magnanimous, thinking that “counting your blessings” is actually the right attitude towards self-contentment. I am not saying this doesn’t hold true for me anymore. It still is, but in some ways. My spirituality has never been an aspect of my self that’s subject to introspection. And somehow, it’s become my strength, in tight-fist, close-eyed belief that HE has plans.

There is a lot of opportunities for me, I feel it. Even my social-status cannot jeopardize my chances. All I need to do now, is get out of the kitchen.

I can’t stand the chefs anymore.