Right now, i'm in a dip. Considering quitting, but still hanging in there. It used to be fun, my work. Although there are times that I thought of quitting then, but that's just pressure. Every morning was a rush. If I wake earlier than usual, I'd be laying out plans of what needs to be done once i reach the office. If I woke up late, I'd be worried and sometimes forgot to brush my teeth. I used to take lesser nicotine break back then, because concentration on my work distracted y nicotine needs.
Now, work is like a routine. Spend more time in front of the pc and do more clicking and typing than thinking. My work somehow limits my creativity. That is something I wish to avoid, and free-hand and the possibility to construct my work as how I like or as how I think is best done is the reason why I took the job in the first place, and with a lesser wage. Now I'm beginning to regret this, and this, I hate.
If my alarm clock wakes me up earlier some mornings, I'd reset the time and sleep again, 'no rush' I lullabied. If I was late to work, 'what the hell, I'm late anyways, why bother'. The best description to be reckon with my poor intimacy with my job is, boredom.
I want a job that wakes me up every morning. I want a drive, a motivation, an excitement, an adrenaline rush, a companion, a reason, a mean of personal contribution and freedom in a 9-5 prison.
They said I'm choosy. I said, what's wrong with that?
what's your idea of a job?