I can always pop up very quickly for an update to write something about anything. And so I am just randomly plucking my thoughts as I type this.
The office is utterly quiet. I think I'm alone. All I could hear now is the rumbling of my kettle which I turned on to make a cuppa tea and the battery operated fan that blows my face in breeze mode.
Everyone is out. Even my usual Boss who has lunch packed from home, Swee Siah who brings termos filled with rice and lauk or Alvin who brings food from home in his Tupperware brand container aren't here today. Everyone's out except me.
I was supposed to meet Jamie but due a meeting which over run way past noon, no one in the right frame of mind will entertain the idea of waiting up. After all, lunch period is precious.
So here I am, typing something real quick, then shall proceed to check on my refunds from my recent cancel flights, hotels and trains.
A headhunter called me yesterday. Got a job that sounded interesting enough for me. But gauging from the headcount that this position manages, I have this feel it is indeed something within my capability. Let's see. After all, at this juncture of my career, changing jobs isn't as just simple vanilla simple anymore. It's just no longer just the money. Funny isn't it?
It's funny to note how we human progress as we move along in life.
I could still vividly remember myself at 22 when I was looking for a job. 6 months of hanging loose wasn't my idea. More so when I was hanging loose with no money, living off my mum with 2 meals a day, a roof under my head and with just hope that one day, those job advertisements which I have actively applied would come back with a job for me.
My 6 months life was such a pathetic routine. Getting up at 10-nish, check the papers for jobs. Turn on the PC, play Prince of Persia. Play Solitaire. Play Minesweeper (don't anyone dare compete with me on these games, I AM THE MASTER). Lunch. Read. Back to the PC. Catch with friends if friends are available for me. Dinner. Bored. Bored. Bored.
I just wanted a job. Any job. Pay me enough to survive and I will take it. Just so long it's nothing to do with Selling.
And now. Fast forward 13 years later, here I am, checking with the head hunter, what exactly the job entails, scope of empowerment, number of people under the team, the remuneration package, reporting hierarchy, size of portfolio and etc.
It just took me 13 years to be this fussy and demanding.
So honestly, if people I know 16 years ago still expects the same me 16 years back, how could that possibly be? It just can't logically be.
I've moved through umpteen phrases in life, ups and downs. I've been swayed 180 degree to the opposite sides. I've been over turned 360 degree versa and vice versa. I've been jolted, slapped, bitten and snubbed.
And so, how it is possible that even an object is still the same with all the extended treatments over and again? Doesn't make sense does it?
Well, so much for thoughts on my changing. I mean, it's either you love me, and love me for whatever I am. Or you just hate, for whatever I am. Easy ain't it? Life is indeed easy.
