Can't believe there's no rain in this part of the country where I work.
Where I live, the roads were so flooded it was impossible to walk across. My attempt to gain dryer grounds by using the overhead bridge resulted in successfully dunking the new shoes and drenching the pants. The bag and top was not spared too.
This week is a short working week for me. Half day leave on Mon to sign my life away; half of today will be taken up for My JTC Day; I'm attending a music therapist workshop tomorrow, and Friday's all that's left 3 hours from now.
The music therapist workshop is, well, like an alternative. An option. A search to greater meaning in life. An exploration towards the possibility of bringing greater goodness to mankind (...). Well, I really don't know.
Perhaps it's just... boredom. Just as contentment breeds complacence, boredom breeds...bochup-ness? There are fluctuations in the confidence and fondness of the job, and I wonder even if I move, whether these are traits that I will carry with me everywhere.
It's not the job? It probably is just me.
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