Two days, maybe.
Two days, maybe.
I wonder if is it really a good idea to start work after graduation.
What is that about the hoo-hah of our local graduates not securing employment upon their departure from the realm of thick textbooks, boring lectures and tiring assignments? I am somewhat convinced that that issue has been blown out of proportion.
I was reading an ex-coursemate’s online jottings of her two-month trip around Europe. I reckon it qualifies as something valuable that can be passed along to generations to come.
“I went hiking across the Himalayas and witnessed this rare white goat giving birth on the mountains, and…”
“Ooooh…” Cue gasps and sighs from the grandchildren. “I wish I was there!”
“Oh yes. And I inadvertently appeared in a scene of Matrix: Resurrected when they were shooting on location there as well!”
But nothing beats it. Experience.
There are so many things to see, hear, and learn from around the world. Beautiful landmarks of note, friendly people, extremely blue skies. Soak up in foreign culture. Laugh at yourself for not knowing a word of Russian. Collect postcards from all around the world. Eat the weirdest things on the planet. Get life-long experiences.
Why did I ever think of strapping myself into a seat in front of a monitor, surrounded by the constant ringing of phones and shuffling of paperwork, and cooped up in an office where the daily temperature takes a dip to at least 15 degrees Celcius?
It makes me feel like I am missing out on a big chunk of life.
Sure, I am getting work experience now. But how much of an impact is that going to make when it comes to life in general?
Money, you say. Anyway, that is besides the point. Grin.
My life revolves around mediocrity these days. There is nothing memorable worth remembering; nothing that warrants so much of a scribbling in a diary. In fact, I am as average a person you can get. Stuck in traffic jams everyday. Rain. Shine. Not having been in a romantic relationship before. View. Print. Facing the same four walls. Five. Six. It goes on.
Besides, I cannot be on planes for a long period of time. Just thinking about it makes me nauseous. I know, I know: it is all in the head.
(Yep, Strizzt is that uncool.)
Geez, the local blogging world is getting funnier day by day. I really do not know if I should laugh at its hilarity, or at the hopelessness of it all. I think I am going to dedicate a long entry to it over the weekend.