that I have finally grown sick of my job. How did I come to that conclusion? And why did it happen? Here's why:
1) It's not an I woke up and didn't wanna go scenario anymore.
The noon before, I already dreaded the thought of going. And even prayed that I would feel a bit sick so I could call in sick. I'm not saying God answered my prayer. I don't think he'll answer such prayers. But I felt a bit sore in my throat when I woke up (obviously, when you don't even drink enough water daily), I called in sick.
Now, I know it's wrong to do it. But really, nothing pleased me more than to stay at home.
2) The thought of traveling there and coming home in a packed train just puts me off.
In the morning, I take an hour by bus. In the evenings, I take 45 mins by train. I don't know, because everyone says I'm so picky over my career choices. I always ask recruiters where's the job location. I avoid town areas, west areas, any business parks, and I'm always amazed that I stayed at Celebrityland so long, because it's so out of the way.
3) I get mildly irritated with ALL of the colleagues. For no reason.
Like if I wanna eat sushi and the rest wanna eat at the hawker, I get mildly irritated. Or if someone says hi to me, when I am eating my breakfast, I get mildly irritated. When pple laugh too loud, I get mildly irritated.
4) I can't be bothered to doll up anymore.
I wake up, see whatever is available to wear, and just wear it. In the past, when I reached office, I'll even touch up my makeup. Now I'm almost barefaced the whole day.
5) I keep looking at job portals.
The thing about me is, I'm really fussy. Too far, no thanks. No retail hours. No shift work. No weekends. And I'm truly sick of telesales and anything to do with sales.
To cut the story short, I don't even know what I want anymore.
God Save Me.