Preview to Mid-Life Crisis or Resurfaced Adolescence?
March 10th, 2007 -- Posted in deep | 7 Comments »I’m not sure why I thought of this topic, though I know this has been on my mind since a few months back when I notice that I’m beginning to neglect my friends…
“Life is tough… so you’re either ‘up’ or you’re ‘out’!”
How true is this and how applicable it is to my life right now. I’m constantly complaining about my job. There’s nothing interesting I can blog about. My mind is always blank when I try to construct creatively. I’m not trying hard enough to show my love for people I love… to my family and my friends. I tried to blame it on my job… but really, it’s innocent. It’s me. I’ve lost passion for things I used to be passionate for. I’m trying to change things by trying for a baby and my job, but I admit I get lazy after long hours of work…
See? I link lots of complains to my job…
(Think I need professional help?)
I just got an appointment with a manager from the company HR for a casual chat. This ‘casual chat’ is probably related to a large number of my ex-colleagues who’d moved to their new roles after the merge (like I did) and quit. The growing pattern is becoming a big concern for management and they’re probably trying to understand from peeps who moved over about their job satisfaction and the root of the high turnover rate. What is all these to me? A probable reason for my current distorted work-life balance and this gradual change to my behavior…
An excuse… not. A concern to consider… definitely.
(I think I need more of a headhunter’s help then…)
What do you think? I know I’ve been told by a dear friend that I should take action and move my ass to a new job… I know this is defnitely the right move for me, but my stubborn nature that refuse to let me admit that ‘I give up’ on the tough role.
“A Bad Dream” Why do I have to fly
Over every town up and down the line?
I’ll die in the clouds above
And you that I defend, I do not loveI wake up, it’s a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
To be fighting
Guess I’m not the fighting kindWhere will I meet my fate?
Baby I’m a man, I was born to hate
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friendI wake up, it’s a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
To be fighting
Guess I’m not the fighting kind
Wouldn’t mind it
If you were by my side
But you’re long gone
Yeah you’re long gone nowWhere do we go?
I don’t even know
My strange old face
And I’m thinking about those days
And I’m thinking about those daysI wake up, it’s a bad dream
No one on my side
I was fighting
But I just feel too tired
To be fighting
Guess I’m not the fighting kind
Wouldn’t mind it
If you were by my side
But you’re long gone
Yeah you’re long gone now
