Tempus Fugit

The deed is done. I am on a month's notice. I thought I would feel a sense of relief, but all I feel is a sense of loss and perhaps a slight urgency because if I don't get myself re-employed soon within that time I would be in trouble. I wish my parents would be at least be a bit supportive of my decision but all my mom did as usual was raising panic over the obvious.

Friends offer their empathy, not that I don't appreciate it, but I think I need solutions more now than kind words. Gym classes would be a great backup in this time of need, just pray that I don't get sick or injured. No classes mean no salary.

That's Just The Way It Is

In less than three days I will throw in my resignation. This time I have put my resolution in steel and I am timing it to coincide with the start of June. Though I haven't found another job elsewhere, it's just the risk I have to take. All my life I organised my life on playing safe and as many of my friends know, I hate being uprooted, but I guess in life there are no 100% guarantees.

It's an irony how I always tell my friends that if one isn't happy with their job they should move on and I couldn't bring in the same philosophy to save myself. It's double the irony that I have always supported the people in my life when they are at such crossroads but when my turn came, I found myself more alone than ever. I am not blaming anyone really - that's just the way it is.