Work, the hobby of the philosopher and the poor man's friend.
Well, I've started work again. Better pay, better hours(you have no idea), posh-er office and decent scope for upward movement in the corporate chain. I'm not saying it's a dream job, but many people would say that I'm on the right track.
So why do i still feel dissatisfied?
What does it matter if I'm not in engineering? Why do I feel ashamed? Ashamed to admit to my current occupation. Like I've failed somehow.
Who's to say that I'll be any better off after I've gone to the trouble of doing my masters in some obscure subject? Logically, it would make better sense to stick to the work and keep to the administration side. Right? Big money, blah blah blah.
Pah! Decisions! I hate them. Some times i wonder if the gift of "free will" is all it's cracked up to be.
P.s. I really ought to concentrate on the financial aspect though. Especially since there are people dependent on me to keep them in the lifestyle to which they are accustomed :P
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True. Keep making money. I'm totally shallow and won't be reluctant to dump you over financial issues.
@Manasi - Ok, that's as clear an indicator as any. Only see, I can't make out whether you're joking or not!! :P
@Manasi - But i know you won't dump me just for that. Nobody can service your laptop as well as i can, and for free too ;). I'd say "no pun intended", but nobody would believe me :P
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