My new Place

It is amazing how time crawls by when you have absolutely nothing to do. And the worst part of it is that since i am at work, i can't do anything else.

I have been in my new job for the total of 29 days. As of now, i believe that i am just an overpaid secretary cum personal assistant. They do not need to be paying me the amount they are paying me to get this job done. They could probably hire for much less, a fresh graduate with probably a year of experience and he or she would most probably be able to do a better job than me. I feel like i am fucking wasting away here in the holy land of employment- Raffles Place.

Anyways, i have not given up yet. 60 more days till i make a decision, as they say in the song made popular by The Clash "Should I stay or should i go?". If i do decide to leave... Sigh... another change of employment in my short career will not bode well for my resume at all. But i seriously do not wish to be someone's assistant or lacky. When i came into this job, i thought that i would the kind of assistant that participated in the decision making, and that there would be alot of opportunity for me to grow and travel. But thus far, it has not turned out that way. Not at all. I have been collating information to no end. I do not even know who i am talking to half the time, and i do not know why i am doing certain things. It truly is a freakin mess which i have gotten myself into.

I am surrounded by people who do not care very much for what they do. I do not see the passion in their eyes or in their walk. They seem to be zombies here to do a job, and not interested at all in doing it to their best ability. Very much unlike the weekends our team spent in the office back at fe trying to fill void that would never be filled. Or the times when my pal Dan and i spent driving around Singapore all for the greater good of the CF back in NH. Those truly were the days. Working hard and long hours. But it felt good. It felt like i was doing the right thing and accomplishing something I made friends, and bonds developed that would be difficult if not impossible to replicate here in Zombieland.

Fakos all round thats what i say. Do i regret my decision of joining Zombieland? Well.... i have 60 days more to make that decision. As of now, the answer is a resounding yes... yes i regret joining this lifeless, soulless place where they turn off the air-conditioning at 6pm sharp; yes i regret joining this place where people work only for their own selfish well-being and do not give a rat's ass about the person sitting next to them.

I totally despise being jostled while on my way to work, trying to get into and out of the train; during lunch when all i am trying to do is get some food; and after work getting into and out of the train again. Sigh. As of now, yes i fucking regret my decision and wish i was back in fe. There, at least we were building something. It might not have been great, it might not have been grandiose, but hey, we were a team, and we cared for one another. I want out of this soulless place. But patience is a virtue that i have tried very hard to learn. So... 2 more months, or 60 more days, or 1,440 more hours. Whichever is shorter.