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I was looking forward to that particular day to re-evaluate my position.
I told myself that I would reserve my finicky thoughts, hold my judgements, put off my search until that day comes – only then I would decide on a new take in this part of life.
Ah, new possibilities, broader horizons. I could take up on another hunt. Pursue other matters of interest. Drop everything and start anew.
Honestly, I did not think it would be that easy, considering that I was at my previous workplace for only five months.
Plus, it was very convenient to shrug off the question. There was always an answer to be whipped out, ever on the ready:
“I’m giving myself one year here, before I start thinking of anything else.”
Then October 17th came and went – and the importance of it all slipped my mind entirely.
(I ask you now: do you remember the date you started work at your current workplace?)
So where else will I go from here?
“I’ll give myself, uhm, two years here.”
Now, I must admit that this sounds like a very lame excuse. A “two” does not make as much impact as a “one”. What if I say “three” – does it make a feather fly at all? Bah, numbers.
“A Master’s, perhaps?”
Yeah, and everyone else my age is already pursuing either a second Master’s, or doctoral degrees, already. Good grief. But the thought of going back to school, tackling group assignments and droning lecturers make me quiver like a leaf.
Therefore, I shall now have to settle for an easy way out to the question. An answer that will either result in a chorus of horrified gasps, or collective looks of sympathy:
“I don’t know.”
Hi. My name is Strizzt, and I am a workaholic.