Somewhere Else...

For the past month, I've been thinking... perhaps I'm in the wrong career path right now. Time to face it... maybe I have a skill in programming and all that tick-tack-on-the-keyboard, but it's not what I truly want. Sure, I get to complete project this and project that... but I don't feel at the very least fulfilled, nor defined.

I recall applying as a car salesman in Mitsubishi Motors Ortigas. I wanted to be there. Problem was, after knocking myself with so-called "common sense", I didn't come back. I thought that I won't earn as much should I have been entertaining potential customers with car talk, hoping to sell a car or two.

I love racing, and being close to a car is a rather enchanting feeling. It's like a kid playing around with toys. Run fast, drift, corner at insane speeds... it's the experience.

Perhaps I'm writing out of spite. I'm writing these down because I'm tired of programming these cold machines, calculating endless figures to keep the company intelligence up. I'm tired of being in front of a computer, no, a bunch of computers making things happen. It's not exciting for me.

How do I feel when a project is accomplished? It's like saying, "Finally, it's done with." Where's the passion in that? I see my boss happy when something goes right, like some sort of positive energy shot up her bloodstream. Me, I just felt that it's done. Period.

22-and-a-half months before my contract expires... and I'm starting to get bored. This is bad... or perhaps a sign. Heck... who knows...?

Hon... help me...