Dragging On
You know the feeling that work will never, ever end on you?
I'm getting that feeling very, very bad. My desk is relatively neat and cute now, with teddy bears and cute fans looking down at me from the top of my iMac... but there's sickening sound of work piling on top of my desk ... its like a thud thud thud of files and more files ... Just that they're not here yet... but I feel them coming.
Its the dawn of the new semester, I just got my results and well, they're short of excellent. I didn't get a full score for Research Methodology. Otherwise, having all As on four subjects would have been something to shout about, eh?
My author's been calling me over and over again to vent out her frustrations. So Minishorts' has become an emotional outlet ... like huh? Here she is pouring out her life in public and professionally...
Oh well...
If you're 23 and young and seemingly capable, people think that you have a very high resistometer so they should be able to split their problems with you. Well, of course you offer to share their problems.
I'm thinking how far should I go in this career thingy .
You think I'm paid well?
Hah.
Oh well.
What's passion got to do with anything?
No, no I'm not frustrated at all. In fact I'm pretty excited.
Just that... it scares the hell out of me that I might burn out very soon...
You'll be here for me, won't you?
