Come Future, Come: Looking Forward, Moving On
Thoughts from the Day I Quit My Job
I think I am in a situation about a worker who is in the last days of his work. Hmm does that even make sense? But seriously I’m suffering some resignation ideation having a lingering thing in my mind that everything about my work is no longer worth it.
Honestly one of the strongest bonds that keep me going everyday with my work is because I love my coworkers already, second would be I really need to earn for the future of my family. But it is so futile for me seeing myself working hours, being degraded one time after the other by some superiors. I endured them all but as they say, everything has an end- a plastic flow of everything in the end.
I’m starting to worry and wonder at the same time, what the future brings to me. But for now I’ll balance the options and pick which will suit me, the one that I love to sink my efforts into and to have a better compensation for my own good. Too much worry? I guess. But who wouldn’t get this worried feeling if everything that looks right ends up wrong.
Come on future, smile at me.
