So I haven’t blogged for two months, mainly because I can’t decide what form this blog should take. Should I treat it like a journal that the whole world can see, or should I only bother with it when I actually have something to say? But of course this is a moot point since no one is reading this anyway.
Regardless, I’m so bored out of my mind right now that I’ve got nowhere else to turn except back here, and while I’m here I might as well let loose what’s been on my mind for the past few months. It all comes down to two words:
For anyone who hasn’t taken up an office job for an extended period of time, the level of sucky-ness of such a job is incomprehensible. It really is mind-boggling how horrible it is to work in a 9 to 5 job (or in my case an even worse 8 to 5.30 one). Where to even begin describing the suffering? The monotonous schedule. The stress. Bosses. Colleagues. Office politics. Spending day after day just sitting in front of a computer doing absolutely mind-numbing work. And then there’s the kind of work that just can’t be done regardless of how much effort you put into it. Some things are simply out of your control, and those are the worst.
Sure, back when I was studying I did know it wasn’t all suffering, and I knew I had fun. I just never realised how much fun I really was having. In retrospect, going to school felt like I was going to Disneyland every single day as compared to the typical working day. There was no dread every morning, nobody there who could order you around. I was just going there to hang out with a nice bunch of people and generally just enjoying myself. It’s no wonder that Friday didn’t seem any different most of the time.
Boy oh boy does Friday taste good now.
Here’s usually what goes through my mind throughout the day.
Wake up 6am: Groggygroggy. F**k gotta go to work.
Leave house 6.30: F**l I’m going to work.
Reach office 7.45: F**k I’m at work. Again.
Start work 8am: Is it lunch yet?
10am: Is it lunch yet?
1pm: Finally lunch. Only half a day left.
2pm – 5pm: Is it 5.30 yet?
5.30pm: *breaths sigh of relief*
Reach home 7pm: Finally.
7pm – 11pm: FunFunFun.
11pm: F**k gotta go to bed.
Wake up 6am: F**k gotta go to work.
Rinse and Repeat.
And that’s about it. Oh except for one exception:
5.30pm on FRIDAY: OMGWTFBBQ FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY. WEEKEND. NO WORK. FRIDAY. OMGOMGOMG. BEST DAY EVER!
I miss studying
Yes I know university is gonna be tough, like really tough. But at least all the suffering I go through then will all be for my benefit and my enrichment. As compared to draining myself on highly unfulfilling work every single day of my life.
There’s a saying that goes something like “If you love your job, it ain’t work”. That’s an understatement. It should be more like:
“Get a job you like or your life is going to be miserable. Forever.”Read More