Lala... work.

Work today was great. I did well. I am so happy, at last. I am more than happy, I'm satisfied. Management (duh...) tells us a satisfied worker is a productive worker.

I feel very established, very successful, very accomplished. I have a job, and that's what matters. I am in a good position. Yes, I didn't get the internship I wanted. Yes, I envy others who got into big, huge accounting firms esp. the big four (damn.. hate all of u). Yes, I envy those who claimed they are working but seems to be able to "facebooking" while "working".

But I cannot complain. I'm very lucky to have a job when the economy is at it's lowest, when many other people are facing employment difficulty. I think I'm at a good point. I have continuous flow of income into my account, just something to keep me secure financially. I need not depend on my parents. I have full control of my finances. I get valuable knowledge and experience and vital problem solving skills. AND! I learn about all things German and Swiss (the bakery specialises in German and Swiss things).

I'm starting to like this job again. After so long, to think I almost quit. I guess it kinda pays off in the end.