Had a couple of Hoegaarden Whites at the Alley Bar in Emerald Hill yesterday with some ex-colleagues. I've always heard of this expat-friendly pub area, but this was my first visit and it is actually a very pleasant place to chill out. It was good to meet up with the people I had travelled extensively with a year ago, as the jokes still flowed and everyone seemed pretty chirpy, despite a tough assignment they were all involved in recently. You could say that I missed their company badly, but the decision to leave was made because the extensive business travel was tiring me out both physically and mentally. I chose a travel job because I didn't really know what else to do with my life, except to see the world and satisfy my insatiable wanderlust. While I am grateful for the opportunity to do so, I needed to know if this was the way I saw my career in 5 years' time. Apparently, it wasn't, and so it was time to go. But it appears that my current work involves almost the same amount of time out of Singapore, which I am extremely unhappy about, to be honest.
This morning, I had immense difficulty trying to open my eyes to face the cruel reality of another day at work. I don't know if I should attribute this to having a bit too much to drink the night before (it's been awhile since I gave up on my partying ways and that was 1.5 years ago!), or that I simply hated the idea of going to work. Some say that if you wake up every morning raring to go to the office, it's usually a good sign that you're in the right job. If you wake up dreading every moment of the office hours, perhaps one needs to evaluate the root cause of the negative feeling. Or should one simply "shape up or ship out"?
Need Prozac? Carry on reading for an alternative cure.
I've Been..
Satisfying the wanderlust fascination.
Slacking.
Sleeping.
Shopping (wayyyyyyyyyyy too much).
Reading NW, Famous and 8 Days voraciously.
Chillin' with a pint of good beer or latte.
Indulging in purposeful conversation.
Otherwise, I'm happy for you to leave me alone.