Today is my sixth month at work. Well, when I started I never imagined what would happen six months later, and here I am. Here I am, very much holding on. I dont know, I'm not sure of what's in store for the next few months, but definitely sometime in 2010 I'm no longer here. Who knows if I quit by November or December this year? Who in the effin world knows. I quit planning on a long term basis, just as long as I know the next step and I have a Plan B.
The long term goal is set aside though. And I made a few changes. I know I'm on the right path, it's just that I'm driving slowly. I don't like to blame my illness for this but it definitely slowed things down this year. I've toned down my determination a bit. Not so eager to get there...yet. Because I'm trying to enjoy things while I'm still on recovery.
And on this job I learned to believe in FATE. Because I tried out for this post on May 2008, didn't get it, had two jobs but it knocked on my door a few times in between (but always at a bad timing!). Almost a year later, it knocks again, after I quit my job and RAI, which is the best timing of all. And despite that I'm not a fan of the government (but I've always liked anything military), despite that sometimes it could get monotonous on slow news days, despite that sometimes some co-workmates get rough on me (their very nature), it's in this job that I've learned how to deal with different kinds of personalities, how to write without the MUSE, how to deal with crisis (job related or personal). And in this job I've never felt so at home. I mean, previous employers were great and I'm still in touch with the friends I made there. There's just something different about this place. It's not fun all the time, but despite and in spite of the lows, boy, I am glad to be here -- for now.