So people ask, how’re you doing? The rational me answers: Yeah okay, the realistic me says: Yeah I’m alive, the troll in me says: Gimme more time and I’m on a express journey to hell.
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted, and I forsee hiatus in the near few weeks (or months even). Right now I’m 3 weeks into my internship, and I’ve been busy as hell. Blogging somehow goes to the lower tier of my priorities when free time is as much a scarcity as vegetation on planet Cerra. Not to mention suffering from constant gastric pains for no MF reason. Ugh. Nevertheless I’m rather pleased with the internship, with the job engaging, and my colleagues friendly. I’ve got a cool job (I sit under the aircon), a cool boss (he’s got a coolsome car), great colleagues (young and talented people), and very little time. Of course, what an occupation does is to obviously keep us occupied. If you work on a job which leaves you with a lot of free time, either it’s a dumb job or you’re a lucky bastard. Needless to say, I believe I’ll slowly be accustomed to work, and of course live with it. Afterall, we have like another 30 to 40 years of working life. Good luck if you think your job sucks and bitch about it all day long.