Work, Work, Work...

Work: something that not many people really enjoy doing (I mean the eight-to-five regiment kind), and yet we can't do without it (after all, there are the bills that have to be paid). I heard someone remarked that if there's something worst than meaningless existence, it's working for the sake of working. And I can't agree more...

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I've been in my present company for over sixteen years (yes, you read it right, sixteen years!). They say as the world gets smaller with globalisation, the thing about an iron rice-bowl will be a thing of the past. Maybe. But in my case, if I should throw in my resignation letter now, it'll probably create a great ripple (I wouldn't use the word 'tsunami', which means 'harbour wave') that'll unsettle not just my department manager, but another one or two level high up. I'm not kidding (or exaggerating). A few years back, I stated in my appraisal that I wanted to transfer to another department just for a change of job scope, the next thing I knew, the divisional manager was persuading me to change my mind.

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To be frank, I'm not that indispensable as my managers would have me believe; it's just that with me around, it seems to instill a certain confidence or sense of security when they wanted to make some business decisions. After all, they reasoned, if Hachiko can't do it, it is doubtful anyone else can. Give me a break! I mean, being recognised by the boss is a good thing, but to let them work you to the point of breaking, that's a different story altogether, if you know what I mean. Sigh!

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Lately, I'm beginning to develop a great dislike for the work I'm doing. Gone are the satisfaction that I used to have, and with each passing day, the sense of fulfillment grows lesser and lesser. Even my colleagues are noticing that I'm no longer my usual self anymore. Perhaps it's time for me to pack up and go do something else.

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Yuutsu ni narimashita.