So this is what being a working professional is like. 2 weeks into the job, and I'm not even sure I get the hang of it.
It scares to think that for (almost) the rest of my life, I will have to drag myself out of bed, work my ass off, and then try and recharge before having to drain my batteries again. FOR WHAT?
SO I CAN FEED MYSELF. And I still find myself starving for most of the day. I'm eating LOADS these day, it's crazy. But the job demands are ATP-demanding, and I find myself needing to refuel very often. Therefore I have stocked up on crisps and kitkats in my workplace's locker, and on my bag to enable snacking anywhere, anytime!
I'm struggling to have a life outside work.
When I'm home, I try not to think about work, or do any work for that matter. But I can't because of the wretched exam. Today I found out someone failed prereg. HOLY COW! I'm shuddering in fear now. If there's an earthquake near you, that would be me.
How do people find time to go to the gym, or take a class, or even have time to do their laundry for that matter? I'm just trying to get in touch with people outside of my work to feel alive! Already, that is hard. THOSE OTHER PEOPLE ARE SIAO OR WHAT. Either that or they don't do shit at work.
On another note, work is going well. Better this week. Much better. Imagining the rest of the year is no longer an episode of "One Litre of Tears" now. Yours truly was just too quick to feel disappointed with my ability to adapt. Truth is, it does take awhile. And I was putting too much pressure on myself, as always.
Need to master - chilling.
Tons of things to look forward to in the coming weeks and months. Foreseeing many many trips to London, because there're people visiting from Australia, Malaysia, etc. At least some sense of normalcy has resumed --- being the Busy Bee that I am...