Survived three months

Finally, after 3 months, I think my probation period at work is over. No one said anything to me, because the bosses are not here. They are on vacation. So, I guess that’s that. I am permanent.

Should I jump with joy now?

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A Different World

I call this the first real job that I ever had. Not like my other jobs were not real, but they were just the stepping stone to do great work. Unfortunately, they were not jobs that are meant to deal with the actual working world where money is not given to you because tax payers have to contribute by force. In this job, I can only get paid if the software is being sold. So, I do a good job, then I will keep on getting paid. That’s more than fine with me, because:

1. The software is not cheap.
2. I have every reason to work harder and spend 8 hours thinking than wasting my life away.
3. I am learning to gradually deal with a different breed of mentalities. Majority of human beings are very non-computer people, and there are so many things that need to be done, and a year is not even close to enough to do that. (Sigh!)

Frustration

It’s funny how dealing with people is the hardest thing you can ever do in life. It is harder than understanding the meaning of life. I am learning to really be calm and fake. You guys know me, I have zero patience, a horrible temper, and I argue a lot. So in reverse order, I am learning first to stop arguing. (SO FUCKING HARD!) Then I got to learn to contain my anger. (Which is not so bad because I learned to breath really deep first before I say anything I will regret.) Lastly, I have to control my patience. (Which I am very good at now since this whole year was a mess, and I was about to have a nervous breakdown 3 or 4 hundred times! Patience and this blog came in handy.)

Thank the almighty Allah that he bestowed me with a great gift. A wonderful gift. A gift that is only given to every human being to use at their own will. The gift of utter patience.

Did I sound religiously convincing? I thought I was!

Life is Not Fun when you are an Adult

I don’t want to grow up. I don’t want to grow up. Dammit! I told you guys that growing up sucks ass! You little tweens, teens, and little semi-adult students in post-secondary education. ENJOY IT TILL THE LAST DROP! Don’t rush to finish. Don’t rush to get that dream job. Don’t rush to begin the “new working life.” Oh, it sucks ass, it’s hard, annoying, you deal with so many different mentalities, and you have to stop making excuses for your self. You can fail a class in University or college and repeat it. However, if you fail in the real world, you get your ass kicked by corporate hounds, you get fired and not be wanted by anyone ever again, and you will end up changing your career or job more than your car’s oil.

I didn’t mention those people who are married, have kids, and have to work to feed those little cute creatures that they spawned. That’s another problem. Good luck with that. At this rate, I am thinking that I should spend any extra money trying to win the lottery. Then I can afford kids or adopt a village of kids. Jeez, so many material goods that our capitalist nations bombard us with that they want, and I want them too! (I am thinking of my self here first people. Sorry, I am human. I am pretty selfish and I have NEEDS!)

Is Life Better?

No, but a big heavy burden was lifted off my shoulders. Deep down inside I really feel that I somehow started over. I feel that I need to prove my self again from scratch. To show slowly, but not arrogantly, that I am worth it. I know some people that start a new job and think they were chosen because they are awesome. How come I never felt that when I got this job? I think because I feel that anything new in your life is like a first step all over again. It’s a continuation of your skills that you can build upon, but totally new different experiences.

No One is Perfect

Yeah, I am talking about you. You know who you are, and maybe you too. I didn’t forget about you sitting behind your desk smoking the Cuban! You think that everyone should be beneath you and you will always be a step ahead. Why? Why do you think that?

I will give you a solemn whole hearted advice, “Don’t try to help others that don’t ask for your help. Don’t think you can provide all the answers that someone didn’t even ask. Don’t think you are their only savior in this life. No one really cares about your input other than the people paying you for it, and oh, don’t forget, not everyone is desperate for money. Some of us can wait and do it ourselves while we whine and complain about life. Which makes us think very deep inside of us that things might even be worse. Have you ever felt that way before? That things may get bad one day? I wonder how you will deal with that? Finally, we have inner pride and every reason to try things on our own and define our selves, and not always be a follower. ”

I hate being a follower, but I can wait till things get better.

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