What I want from work!
I have been thinking about this the past couple of days. What do I really want from work? Money? Power? Not really. To me I get paid well. It is enough to pay off my student loans, credit card, and shopping addiction. I manage every month to save 1/2 of my salary. Great eh? I’m trying to be good. So money is not an issue. So power? Hmm. What level of power? I always seek power, but at the same time I like someone to boss me around and request for me to do stuff. At the same time I like to design everything from scratch and work alone and do what I like.
As long as others are happy I am happy. I guess I got to a point of my life where I just want people to just be happy with what I do and not be criticized for stupid things and people out smart me. I am trying to be careful and try to find better and creative ways to get things done. The world is moving so fast and I need to find some original fun ways. It’s so overwhelming. I know I am not a genius but I think I need to just be happy with what I do. That’s all that matters to me right now.
My current work objective is that I just want to be happy with what I do and make others be happy too. ?






The problem with human nature is the lack of trust people have towards one another. There is a line that people seldom cross to earn someone’s trust. Or even to trust someone else easily. That is my problem. I have this problem. I have had this problem all my life. I have always been a pessimistic person who lacks trust in others. Only because I lived my life believing no one understands me. I don’t know why. I think over the years trying to open up and actually talk to anyone was like a major step that I wouldn’t dare to take. That resulted in my shyness, lack of trust towards others, and lack of talking. I used to never talk. Never communicated with others. I just wanted to be alone and live in my little bubble. That was just my life.
One thing about me is that I have lived most of my young adult life as two persons. My thoughts and actions in front of certain people is not the same to others. At times I forget who I am talking to and my true self vaguely shines to the open. It is something I want to try to hide. I try to live a life not surrounded by Arabs. The problems with Arabs in the western world is that they form small communities. Communities filled with talk, gossip, and waiting for a problematic member of their clan to spurt out into the open to be a victim of “the talk.” For my case I never feared it. I never did anything wrong. Well I had a stupid worthless boyfriend for 4 years but managing to hide it from my parents and most people I know was a superb accomplishment. Let’s not talk about that now. It’s like opening Pandora’s box all over again.
