To me, I dont know what to dream anymore. No matter how I wish that one day I will end up in the big organization where its name listed on the 1st board on KLSE, free insurance coverage, 1 month annual leave which can utilize anytime within a year, claimable miscellaneous expenses and the list keep on and on and on…
Working in a small inbound travel agency can be very frantic but after sometime, I cant tell whether it’s a heaven or hell anymore. It took me to a very God-damned position but I still managed to laugh out of it and in someother time, everything is so in order and well composed but then, back at home, Im tossing in my bed, having series of nightmares with my eyes open.
One thing (or many things) I’ve come to notice, I, unconciously, develop somekind of hatred towards every little thing that appear to me in this place and I deny the fact that it started to grow in me.
Their home town food which always suddenly showed up on office table…
A Beef Plof
Their hometown chocolate bars..
The Matriyoshka – their traditional wooden dolls
Their version of Cosmo and sometimes Playboy
Everynow and then I have to pretend that I understand what’s on my table…
Be with and played with those kids whose barely taller then me during summer program
Facing the fact that these guys are actually underage kids and very illegal for me to play with…
Caucasian baby during working hours…
Endless sweet gifts from hotelier everytime they came by..
..and last but not least, a very handsome boss.
All these..makes me think, what’s my dream job again?