Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Gen Y Freshman

Every morning is a mental torture. I see a clock that shows 8am and I'm mad. Why didn't I get up early so I can roll out the bed before going to office. Why Should I wake up this early and going to that crack house called office.

Every day is a train wreck. I arrived late at office and my boss is already there. I check my phone plug my earphone. Check my phone again and do that like every five minutes. I reluctantly do my task or simply neglect it because I don't respect my boss and don't wanna work there if it's not because I need it.

Every evening is a liberation. I feel like a prisoner released from a jail when I step out that building and take a bus to my friend's place. It feels free and happy 'till I reach home and burn out then realize that I only have less than 12 hours before I have to go back to that crack place.

Imagine that it occurs everyday. There should be no doubt in leaving that place and find a better one.

It's one word to be a growing up gen Y. 

You graduated and you think you're a star. You think you can get a job and make big money and be a manager in your freshman period. You can't handle living out of the spotlight. You don't wanna do a butcher work and expecting to get an important mission in your first day working. You hate formality. You expect everyone is casual and cool. You want everything simple. You don't wanna get your ass off to go to other's cubicle because you love Instant messenger and email more.

Well, it's not you. It's me.