I was always
excited to acknowledge about my transfer to second project, Manjung 4. There
was something within me which I couldn't explain through words that drove me to
Manjung. My former boss always hesitated about this. Perhaps his biggest
concern was whether I could endure the rugged, the hot weather and the reality
of construction work. But I insisted. I've made up my stand. I've tried to
reason him by simply saying about gaining my independent as my world always
revolved my beloved parents.
Then my fairy tale
had begun. I hardly be friend with my new colleagues. I barely found the
chemistry between them. From the topic of conversation to almost everything
weren't match. I regarded myself as quite friendly person although I'm not
that bubbly, but still I managed to stick a conversation with almost
anyone. Or perhaps I was being too arrogant. Hmm, just forget it.
When it came to
work, again I found it too complicated to adapt with new task. The
non-technical sounded task given seem didn't able to satisfy my huge
appetite to become a technical person. As day passed by, permitting the
negative thought and broken emotion surrounded my daily life; I wrecked all the
magnificent dream of rebranding myself as Miss Independent. Crying at the workplace
became a norm to me. Arguing with my superiors turned to be a new habit I
couldn’t resist.
Suddenly the rainbow emerged after the
long rains in my heart. A closest friend from previous project had been
transferred to Manjung too. Yippee!! Since her arrival, after work outing
became often which for the last 3 months, isolating myself from others and caving
inside my room were so compelling to me. Smile and laugh always accompanied me
since then.
But still there was no good news for my
work. Remain positive was a massive battle ever. Evil thought still lingered on
my head, buzzing me until the night falls. I began to develop unconscious depression
which resulting in increase high blood pressure. (What? 150/110? So unreal!) Then,
of cause my over-conscious mum, constantly reminded me of looking for a new job
which never pop on my sensible mind.
Wow, I have written a lot. And I seem won’t
stopped just yet. Huhu.
So now, here came the crucial part of my
life. We used to hear ‘when we gain something, at the same time, we will lose
something. Therefore, ensure that what we gained is more precious than what we’ve
lost.’ Finally, I have to make my own call. To withstand the dreadful and discontented
current working life for another a year or to switch job and start all brand
new day under the new company and new working environment. I’m never good at
making choices. Unless I was asked to pick between a pinkish flowing gowns with
vintage touched and all black Morticia of The Addam Family gown looked alike.
Then, too obvious I’ll pick the pink one. ;P
I was always having this unexplainable sentimental
connection with my previous company. And I will always have it within me. I’ve
met a lot of wonderful people, making friend with them, sharing laughs, tears
and thoughts, those sour and bitter memoirs will never be forgotten, but those
sweet and amusing memoirs will be remembered the most.
The main point is simply doing the thing
that you have to do. Yes, I’ve lost a lot as consequences of my leaving. I’ve
lost experience to work and to complete the 5b worth project (such a wow factor
to boost up your future career), I may no longer meet those great people I’ve once
be friend with, I may miss the sweet and sour of real site life which may lead
me to be a tougher and stronger person ever. However, I’ve made my stand. I
might not know that I’ve chose the right path or not. I’m going to make it
happens. Make it work, work! I’ve once ruined my own decision (transfer to Manjung), but I did believe
I’ve fought the best that I could. Have faith in Allah. The rainbow will follow
whenever you go, as long as you think and wish it would. Amin.
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