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I love my job. I love my job. I love my job. Seriously, I've been telling myself that for some time now. And I really don't know if it's helping.
I've been with the company close to two years now. The longest stay I've had with any company. Reasons for previous ones would have to be discussed on a separate blog I fear. But truly, the reason I was able to last this long is because of the wonderful officemates I still have with me. I can still remember that first day. I sat at the back to be as far away from any human interaction. Unfortunately, I have to stick with this bunch. And it's really funny how we've all grown from cautious strangers to a collective group of talented peons, slaving away every day and every month.
Two of my closest have already left the company. Denise left before June last year. Faye left mid January just before her birthday. I tried a bit to persuade her to stay. But how can you make someone stay if you yourself has lost all reason to. I miss them both. I miss hanging around with them, singing a tune--on second voice hahah, finishing each others sentences, making up stories, and just laughing around nonsense stuff.
On a totally unrelated news, His Holiness has already filed his resignation by the end of February. Less than a month's notice, I know right. Others jest maybe it's a holy sign. And it opened up my eyes, I saw the sign, says Ace of Base. But is it really the sign I'm asking?
Point 2 of totally unrelated news: the water dispenser by our pantry broke the other week. Close to two years of use. They've already retired it and replaced it with a newer, more efficient one, I guess. And I ask where'd they put the old one? I'm guessing it's at Shell, Maersk or Chevron. Choz!
I've already sent an intent to leave by my second year. I didn't know you could do that. Well, I wrote on my email that I'll be evaluating my 2 month stay before filing a formal resignation letter. I might still stay for the duration of the year. Who knows?
Now, a small bit why I've considered this. Recently, I've been reassigned to a new process which I've found less than what I'd expect of a general accounting nature. For two months I'm slowly understanding why I'm doing this with the back of my mind telling me I don't have to put up with all this crap. To keep matters worse, my new-ish team lead is making work hell my repeatedly rejecting all my work. Having to work hours overtime is hard enough. But having to rework is harder still. For this month, I'm trying to channel my anger from receiving another rejection. Let's just say growth is when you know how to accept rejection and learn from it. I'm keeping an open mind. Everything is for the best. After this, I can do anything.
For now, I have to live by my new mantra: I love my job, I love my job, I love my job. Maybe if I keep saying it I'll believe it.
FYI. The ankh is the Egyptian symbol as the key of life ironically depicted in the music video of Ace of Base's The Sign, which in turn is interpreted as chronicling a woman's journey from a dysfunctional relationship to a convent. Maybe I should then enter the seminary, what would you say?