The Fire is Gone

By: Seph Capaque

I am not happy with my job anymore.

Don't get me wrong. I have loved the job. I prayed for it. I even sacrificed my reputation just to continue my stay with the company. For a single guy like me with no big vices who lives simply, the salary I get is more for myself (even more for my family).

I had the funniest persons as my officemates. Sometimes they go with their jokes extremely that if it were daggers, I'd end up lifeless. I love these people.

My boss is very understanding. He gives extensions for my deadlines. He makes me busy sometimes and lax at an equal time frame.

I find my job simple. I just need to understand the process of the system, then organize ideas, make some bullets, construct instructions, and layout them using Microsoft Word. I don't have any problem with teamwork because I work alone.

I am required to stay in the office only five days in a week with a regular rest day period.

I am a career person that people would find as successful but I tell you, I can't breathe anymore. The job is beginning to be monotonous for me.

A room trapped with a four-cornered wall is never my dream job. I am a hyperactive person. i don't want to confine myself with office paperworks alone! I want to go on an adventure, and at the same time, earn at that adventure.

Overkill jokes that choke my personality and my lifestyle are something I blatantly detest. I also do joking and teasing but not to the stake of making me look like an EFFEMINATE WHORE! I just want those jokes to be in place. Work is work. Teasing is teasing. The problem is, those two happens to intertwine all the time I have to stay in my secluded workstation. I am so sick of this.

I am earning higher than the minimum salary wage. But now I understand the difference between stable and being successful. I can say that I am stable but I am not yet successful.

This workplace is not for me. I need a job that I would find some interest with.

Sad thing is, I can't leave the job now. I can't even leave it 2 years from now. I need the money.

I only have 2 choices: to fulfill my dreams empty-pocketed or to be an unhappy career person.

"POOF"

. . .So much for conflicting priorities. . .