I've Pulled a Kejriwal

Thursday, June 26, 2014

I quit my job today.

Easily, this could be that make or break decision of my career and; if I were to go with my gut feeling (which I rarely ever acknowledge), it will go for a make decision. Ofcourse, I'm anticipating it'll get a lot tougher- physically and mentally, yet, I believe, some day it'll work out. It'll unfold the fruits in the form of all the dues that I've ever paid. And, frankly, after the perfect vacation to Bangkok and Pattaya, I feel that I've used my box of fruits that I received as payment of my dues in the last five years. Spent all of it, including the Dollars, Bahts and Rupees only to come back stronger, much of it I'll require in the new job that I'm going to take up.

At the risk of sounding straight out of Paulo Coelho novel, I know the shit I wrote till now sounds corny and make-believe but you've got to trust in something and my money's currently riding on my previous employer's smugness (of how their company's flexibility will be better than new company's everything) and somehow, that has given me immense reason to take this plunge.

Something about the new job. It's nothing like what I ever accounted/envisioned for in my life. Not at any stage. However, it's a big name and they stand, or atleast are vocal about their preference for quality of the work. The hiring percentage of employees is 0.01% which means for once in my life, I'm allowed to feel pop. However, the drawbacks come running when the layoff percentage is equally high, I'm going to be working over twelve hours a day and the profile has nothing directly related to my skill. Besides that, I'm convinced, there will be no time to think about anything but work, a kind of state that I won't mind for a while and we'll take it from there. If nothing else, atleast, I'll be able to get to Starbucks in under 10 minutes and grab a Salted Caramel Mocha before Christmas eve. At the end of the day, it's going to be like a project. I've to make some promises to myself and some goals to achieve. If that happens here, I'm sure it'll pay off in the long and the short run. If it doesn't, then I'm going to ensure I marry an Italian footballer with stunning abs, by the beach in Pattaya.

I'm not going to lie, it feels very weird to take such a call  in life. Nothing short of dumping your significant other or losing appendix.

I'm losing patience with this blog cause frankly, funny is not pity party or Beyonce or even Kelly.

'Add a paragraph or two before you close on writing about state of art washrooms in the mall?'

So ^, bye. See you never. 

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