Growing Up . . .

they always say 'once you are 21 years old, you will have to make your own decisions and be in charge of your own life, your own future.' i never truly understand that sentence till i experience it.

work had not been smooth at all, with the increasing workload and responsibilities as well as the forever changing procedures. and it was never easy having to juggle between those two and a manager who never fails to question and find fault with whatever you are doing. it somehow makes me wonder, just what is going through in her mind?

and so, it spurs me into searching for a backup plan, desperately. and somehow, i managed to find it. though it isn't my ideal job (sadly), but at least i could escape.

i was definitely happy, but to my surprise, i was not as happy as i thought i would be. in fact, i was disappointed with myself. because i failed to stay for a year as i had initially planned and threw in the towel, again. many had told me to persevere and hang on till the race end cause it will be a huge sense of accomplishment, but i just could not. the thought of having to face the over-demanding manager and all her over-demanding requests and accusations just turns me off. i often question myself, "WHY? Why is my tolerance level that low?"

but i guess what's done can't be undone. I just have to move on. and on a brighter side, at least i did managed to hang on till i get a new job, which can be considered to be an improvement from the old me a year ago? Whatever it is, i hope that i will be able increase my tolerance level in my next job, and pray that i meet a good superior as well.