Warning: Ranting overload ahead…so scram!
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There were a lot of reasons why I moved here to Makati. I was feeling restless, trapped, and was on the way to making a royal mess out of my life. All the signs that what I was doing was right were there. The job offer, the changing of accounts, down to finding the right apartment in 5 minutes online.
I admit I never thought I’d enjoy the perks of working in a call center and you could probably attribute that to the account I was designated to. It’s a constant surprise how somebody with no formal technical training (I took up anthropology in college) could survive in a tech account. Again, I’m dealing mostly with domains and hosting packages, which I started reading and learning about because of blogging. (Ah, the wonders of blogging!)
I have everything I’ve longed for and more. Just recently I moved to another department, one that could harness and improve what I know about hosting packages, databases, and ftp stuff. My dating life is okay, my bestfriend’s in the area as well…and yet I’m feeling a bit restless again.
Wtf. I should be happy. Well, I am, but not happy happy. Just mediocre happy. Christ. What the hell’s wrong with me?
This restlessness scares the shit out of me. I’ve been restless before and I usually end up doing something risky and foolish. I long for that high, that feeling of excitement. Give me a bungee cord, I’ll probably jump just to get rid of this energy.
Sigh. Time to look for new playgrounds to play in. Life’s a bit monotonous lately, with everything going my way. Think tiara, think.
