Every day, sitting there, staring at the white board, i keep thinking about ways to finish the mammoth task of launching an event. Everyday, sipping on coffee after coffee, only one thought races through my mind... "what if i don't complete it? would i get the break i had applied for 2 months in advance? would i quit if i weren't offered the space i essentially needed?..."
Never before in my life have things seemed so dark that i couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. I guess this is what they mean when they say that you should love what you do. And it doesnt stop over there. You must also love the place where you do what you love.
It tears my brains to pieces when things dont fall into place. When clients think they are God and when bosses think you're surper human. I always believe that things find a way around this world to come back right into your face. After working in a role that involves servicing for the client, I feel I've had enough. I can only do so much. It's time to count my pennies and move on...
But the escape route is no where near nor clear. I'll have to keep sweating it out, till an opportunity presents itself. Any job is like the black pearl. It must always have a captain...and that captain can only move on, till someone bleeds his heart out. Till then... you hang on.
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