I admit. I’m spoiled.
In a time where some people are desperately looking for jobs, I’m grumbling about having to be transferred to some forsaken place all the way at the other end of the island. If that’s not all, like a spoiled brat, I’m think about quitting if I’m not to get what I want, or rather get what I don’t want.
What’s 4 hours wasted everyday anyway? Isn’t time meant to be wasted away? Guess that the time spent travelling meant much more to me than the salary they dump into my pockets every month.
Felt quite guilty when WL is going out of his way to help me to get a transfer. But even he says that my reason (long distance) is a weak one. Doesn’t anyone feels the same way as I do? Money’s more important than time?
Okay, granted that I don’t really make good use of my time. At least I’d like to have the choice to waste it myself and not let some stupid job wrest that from me.
Sigh… Seems like I’m making this way out of proportion. Am thinking that maybe I should have just tendered when I found out I’m getting relocated and not tell anyone. But it’s too late already.
Life in the office will never be the same again, for better or for worse.