I have been thinking of what to blog. I want to say something but I was kind of dead fish after work. This might be another long post of different stuffs, all-in-1 that ends up grandmother stories. You may leave halfway.
Today’s weather is nice because it’s raining. Stay at home today since it was so heavy rain this afternoon, how to go out work? Reappointment with customers. Tomorrow is Deepavali aka Public Holiday for all states except Sarawak (why Sarawak?) based on the calendar.
I am getting lazy to go out with our nice weather change nowadays. Half day hot and sweaty, and another half day cold and wet. Why do I keep thinking this isn’t our normal weather change? It’s still raining now.
I just unblock somebody whom I think can still change to be a better person. I just think he’s too negative, too superstitious, too low esteem, too bother of what people think of him, needs improvement in self-thinking, needs improvement in English (I never say I’m best but slightly better), lots of other improvements.
We are grown ups who can make own decisions. Advices are listened and thought of but at the end of the day, it’s us who decide our path. If you listen too much of what other people tell you, and you can’t decide for yourself, you are sort of a hopeless person. Don’t tell me, you need to ask your family to decide for you.
What’s wrong with clerical jobs? Anybody without any experience OR even with experience in any field can work from bottom up. If you don’t like this job, then why did you work in this line, in the first place? Don’t always think of becoming a millionaire. just like that. You’re not a true millionaire person. Not born to be one. You’ve not just there.
Stop bringing up old stories of yours, getting haunted or whatsoever because those are the past, HISTORY! Move on or else you’re stuck! You are in your 20s so don’t waste time thinking of things you want to do but never do. Waste of time!
My first job was data entry clerk in a courier firm, PJ. I left after probation finished because the environment. I’m allergic to dust and dirt. Those consignment notes are “SO CLEAN” and the toilets got “FLYING VISITORS”. Parking is always a problem on weekdays. My job is to key in the information on the consignment notes into their system, carry bags of consignments from the store to my desk, alias with respective departments and bored.
Anyway, I always prefer flexi working hours. I prefer freedom than getting tied-up with contracts or companies. I’ve talked too much about myself already, too many times. SKIP!
But the me thing is a never ending story.
I would never want to be a millionaire because I won’t feel safe and what’s the point? Will I still be a millionaire when I die? We can’t bring our money to grave. We should satisfy with whatever we have now. Who doesn’t want more money? But… There’s always a BUT….
I need money now. All my policies are hanging there because I don’t have enough of money. I want to fix this and that but no money. I want to do this do that but no money. Everything needs money except love. In reality, everything is $$$$$$$$$$$ and $$$$$$$$$$$$.
Boring right? Bye!