This morning, I admitted to myself what I have been denying for weeks, I hate my job. It stinks to high heaven and God knows, its stunk up my whole existence. My personality withered and I pretended I didn’t know why. It all came from my albatross.
From way back, I have been one for taking challenges, just for the sake of it. If someone said something was unattainable, well, I just went and did it, not to prove to the unlucky sucker who said it cant be done, but to satisfy my ego. Knowing that I could do something easily that everyone else was fighting to attain gave me a sort of rush.
So when I got bored, I went and got a job at this place. My work consists of sitting around all day pretending to be smart. Imagine doing that for a living!
Anyway, I realised that I’m not really cut out for this kinda thing. I could make up a zillion excuses why I should go away but I don’t care anymore. I think I wont try to explain myself on this one. This feeling of suffocation cant be good for my lungs.