Every single day, I work and work like a mad woman... and I cannot understand for what and why...and I cannot accept the answer that this is all for money, as clearly the amount of labour put in and the pay out is obviously not correlated at all. So where is life and laughter and fulfillment? You mean those few miserable hours during weekends is all we have to actually feel alive? Dont come and give me that oh love your job and things become better. Cos I do love teaching and kids. But its always going to be a love-hate relationship with work. Just that Im seeing no point in human labour to this extent. I feel like a guinea pig in the lab. My das once said, they will suck all the juice out of u and spit the fibre out. Thats EXACTLY how I feel. Together with my energy goes my normal tendency of laughter and enjoyment. I actually need a lame movie to take the effort to relax. Crap man. The feeling of a 28 year old woman who works her ass off. Oh did I mention- im supposed to run a family. Fantastic:) come on singapore- what have u done to me. Im pretty loyal to deserve this unstable state.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Apr 2014 01:58:08 +0000