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Nothing is as easy to leave behind as leaving a job you pretty much dislike. So the question left to be answered is this:

“Do you hate your job?”

Like many other mind-boggling questions, this would be quite a difficult one to answer. In the first place, would there be anyone who actually loves having to slog themselves to work? If the desire to buy and spend and eat and live and sleep and date and marry and have kids and send them to college and to cough up medical bills and buy ourselves nice mahogany coffins didn’t exist, who in their minds would sign that job acceptance letter? Who would wake up at 7 a.m., get stuck in traffic for hours on end, pay for dumb-ass parking, stuff themselves into a sardine-can elevator and listen to their dog-bosses barking and … you get the rest.

Maybe that’s the real reason why people are getting paid so well in the financial sector. Without the big bucks, no one could bare staring at those figures. It’s insanely boring!

But since we’re all slaves to money and credit cards (an industry I’ve grown to be a bit familiar with… aherm** aherm**) we are forced to work. Sometimes doing things we couldn’t possibly imagine in the past.

We—I mean “we” as in except a select few like Andrew and Ben, belong to the pitiful working middle-class once we graduate. We would earn crappy wages for a couple of years, rent crappy flats throughout those couple of years and guess what - - - we’ll still earn crappy wages for a couple more years.

Then, when it is destined for some of us to break free, we’ll fly.

We’ll drive our BMW’s and eat our premium steaks. We’ll don ourselves in PRADA’s and ARMANI’s. We’ll smell like Calvin Klein or even talk like him. As for the rest of us, we’ll have to start learning to live with crappy wages. Oh, we’ll transform into Louis Vuitton alright, but only to morph back into “middle-class-me” again once the alarm clock rings.

Sometimes, a phone that rings could work just as well. So here I am, morphed back into working-student-me, after all the day-dreaming about what you’ve just read. How interesting.

Am I suffering from post-resignation-stress? Oh god.

I’m certain about one thing, I don’t hate the job I’m about to let go. I just like watching DVDs and hanging out more. Sorry boss.