So my friends and I have been reading back on our Multiply posts, and I realized that we all had something to say back then. I guess all the tweeting, reblogging on Tumblr, whatsapp messages, and bbm’s, have made us lazy and less capable of putting our day-to-day endeavors in writing. I’m kind of thinking of migrating back to Multiply, where I can choose who can read my blog. I’m not sure if Tumblr has a similar function. Does it? But anyway, even if I do revive that account, the only thing I have enough feelings for to talk about right now, is my job.
I swear, when I go through what I’ve been posting about work, it’s sad to say, but I am turning into such a negative person—always bitching and ranting and complaining. I am grateful for the opportunities and the benefits that I have. I am. But on the other hand, I’m really at that point where I’m craving for growth. If I stay here out of fear of losing the lifestyle I’ve gotten accustomed to, how will I know if I can achieve something better? I’m scared to start from scratch, work my way up from the bottom, and good Lord, I can’t imagine losing my house and having to move back in with my parents, because I’ll be too poor to afford renting a flat of my own. Basically, it’s all the material aspects.
I flew with one supervisor who’s been flying for a total of 20 years. We asked her how she’s lasted this long. She answered, “I’m scared of being poor.” She said she got used to living comfortably, on her own terms, with her own money. And that’s my problem. But then I thought, that could be me 15 years from now. It was a scary picture.
Not that I have anything against it. It’s great if people enjoy being in the customer service/hospitality industry. I have so much respect for those who find joy in being able to make people happy by catering to their needs (and get paid for it). It’s a good gig for people who cannot imagine sitting at a desk, working from 8-5. At one point, that’s what I thought I wanted. But the past months, I’ve been getting agitated and frustrated so easily when it comes to dealing with people. I lose my temper easily, and don’t even bother to hide it when I’ve felt I’ve had enough. It’s not only bad for me, it’s unfair to those around me.
You get into this line of work, you accept that the customer is always right. And I can’t fathom that. These days, I can’t willingly put my heart into serving passengers (and the higher ranks that sit in front) without rolling my eyes. I can’t believe I’m saying this now, but the idea of having normal working hours, sitting behind a desk in a spacious and well-lit office, seems very appealing to me right now.
I need a long-term plan. Or at least I need to set goals for the next 2 years. It’s not a question of where I want to go, because I already know I cannot and would not move back to the Philippines, if my life depended on it. Also, I don’t want to stay here in Bahrain forever. I’ve been here all my life, save the 4 years that I was in college.
I need to save. But it’s too hard. Lol.
What am I going to do?!
I want to migrate! Maybe I should just jump-ship.
Oh the quarter life…You think you have the biggest problems in the world ha.
