Here I am, wide awake at 3.50 a.m Sydney time, waiting for the uploading process of my 80mb video in YouTube. The estimated time was on 46:21 remaining. yeah. Meaning: another 46 minutes and 21 seconds to kill. SO I thought, “Hey why don’t I write something on my abandoned blog!” yep, I have to admit, I got some commitment problems. Once I said to myself to post anything in my blog every single day. I guess it will always sit nicely in my New Year’s Resolution list every year.
What am I doing in Sydney?
It was my escapade. After few years of working nonstop and unethically right for my body and soul, I decided to cut it off and take a month break from anything. That was my initial plan, but after a brief consideration, I had to make some amendments; take a month break from anything, except my boyfriend.
I had planned for this trip since last year when everything seemed to be okay with my job, my finance, and my future. Until I knew I was retrenched, I thought I had to drop this vacation plan and start looking for a job. Not more than a week, I found a new one. A FAR bigger advertising company (than my previous one) and promising career as an Art Director was on my path. They said they will hire me as a freelance for a month of probation then if they liked me, they’ll hire me. So I worked hard to get in. Came early, stayed late. Worked till 3 a.m in the morning without complaining… okay, maybe once or twice.. or thrice.
A month passed, they said they’ll extend. I was thrilled. I worked hard to get in. Came not so early, stayed late. Worked till 3 a.m in the morning without complaining. Until I heard some stories from my co-workers. They were in my shoes once. Some of them have worked for more than 2 years, some for 6 months, yet they are still “under probation”. Haven’t been confirmed yet as a full-time, unlike what the company had promised before. I started to think and doubtful about them, also about my dream. IS this the kind of life that I REALLY want?
I remembered when I was still in college, young and naive. I dreamt to be the next top woman Creative Director in Advertising, as there weren’t so many women had achieved that capacity in Asia.
But when I started to work, the reality hit me. I saw many people who are in their 30-50s still earning few thousand bucks, been in the same position for years, working like a labour, having no time to enjoy their life (or even their weekends).
My CD always said to me, “…that’s what you have to do to get to my position now.” and I used to buy that.
So I worked like shit and treated like shit (by my bitchy production manager), and I thought it was okay and normal. But I wasn’t happy. I liked the job and the people. Not the lifestyle. I stopped going to gym, my face was full of stress pimples, I lost weight, and had constant back pain.
So one day, I realized something was wrong and I made a quick U-TURN…
I resigned.
I want to go somewhere else, trying other interest, exploring the world, and eventually finding myself ‘home’.
It just happened my boyfriend had a job to do in Sydney and I’ve planned for this trip since last year before I got retrenched..
Could you not tell that everything seemed to be perfectly planned by God? He works way beyond our thoughts, beyond everything that we could imagine..
















