Searching for That JOB

After graduating in 1994, I remember looking fervently for a job and I applied to dozens of companies, where a few called me up for an interview, before finally landing myself a job in a computer school. I became an IT trainer, teaching Microsoft Office applications like Word, Excel, Powerpoint and Access. I also taught BASIC programming at a junior level. I recalled working 9 hours in a row, with each lesson lasting 3 hours. If we have 3 lessons in a day, we called it ‘caterpillar’ and if there is a break of 3 hours in between, we called it ‘butterfly’. I don’t know why it was named as such, but those where the days we colleagues destress by cracking jokes, usually related to the private parts. 🙂 And we laughed over it during recess time.

I have had my share of filling up to 4 -6 forms of details on the spot and wait for the interview afterwards. In Singapore, there will always be x-rays done and medical checkups before you are cleared for employment. I recalled going for at least 5 x-rays for every new job that intended to hire me. Some lasted long while others were short stints. After 12 long years of ‘hardship’ of studying and working, I finally called it quits and returned to Penang, Malaysia for a slower pace of life.

For most people a JOB is ‘Just Over Broke’, which I fully agree. You are paid just enough so that you won’t leave and Not more! I was living from paycheque to paycheque and was always broke at the end of the month, leaving my bank account to 2 digits and even 1 digit one time! There was no savings in any form and it was all into expenditure to pay for bills, shopping, etc.

Well, now I am happy to say, I landed myself a Dream job to work in a home office doing administrative work and also maintaing the company website that I designed. By God’s grace and some luck, I got myself a moderately understanding boss who was initially my website client and now we work together on many projects. He helms the company while I do all the computer work or any work related to computers. And the workstation is just a walk to the next room, working in my pajamas.