Monthly Archives: February 2015

It’s taken me 18+ – 19 years. But I think I finally understand the phrase “taking pride in your work”. As you can see, this means that the first 18+ – 19 years of my life was NOT spent v well. I had my fair share (or more) of slipshod work, messy handwriting, late work, and in more serious cases, NO WORK HANDED IN. Yes yes, it happened.

This time though, I am determined. After finally attaining enlightenment on these holy words, I am going to take pride in my work. For real. I am going to be proud of every single little thing that I do, work that I hand in (or don’t, for that matter) This is important in moulding my character (and reputation lol) so that I would be known as the person who puts out quality work regardless of how difficult it is. And now it starts off w work. Yes, no more shoddiness. No more. My lazy self can go f herself. Goodbye.

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Now I know why they say silence is deafening. It is, it really is. Just the other day I went into my boss’s office to get some timesheet signed and woah. I think I was in there for 1 minute at most, I literally RUSHED OUT. The silence was so horrible. I felt like I intruded into this vacuum of a world, where even my breathing was too loud. I wonder how he lives in that office for like 8 hours EVERY DAY.

Which brings me to my next point, from young I’ve never really liked the concept of silence, or understood it for that matter. I hate silence. Living with old folks in your house can really alter your perspective on silence. My house was almost NEVER silent. Some sort of noise perpetually existed; be it the blaring of some Channel 8 show or a random electrical appliance in the kitchen. Years and years of this compounded and eventually resulted in me loathing silence. Whenever I studied, it could never be in a deathly silent place. Some background noise is always appreciated, like the whirring of the air con.

Isn’t silence horrible? I only like it when I’m in the mood for deep reflection, only then I’d want to hear my own thoughts out loud. But otherwise, meh, never been a “silence” kind of person.

Sidenote, just saying this for future reference, I don’t think I’ll ever ever ever ever end up taking up an office job. I feel constrained in my little box of a cubicle and there is zero sense of accomplishment whenever I complete things. It’s always just “yet another pile” or “yet any thing to scan” WHERE IS THE SENSE OF FULFILLMENT??? I need my life back.