I took a cab to work today, partly because I worked at home till 1am yesterday, and partly because I took bloody ages to get ready in the morning.
The trip cost $16.40, 10 times of what I would had paid if I had taken the bus.
But I had a good chat with the driver uncle. We chatted, very generally, about my job, and I hadnt even air my grievances (something I do to every unsuspecting listening ear I come by these days) when he immediately told me that he can tell I am getting very frustrated with work.
I stopped and listened to myself, and realise that I without even talking specifically about work, I sounded exactly as pathetic as I hate it. My voice was nearing a whine, and I was punctuating my sentences with one sigh in the front, one down the middle, and one to close the statement.
Driver uncle told me that as long as it doesnt affect me adversely, whatever I am trying to do extra for the company, regardless I did it to prove my worth, or did it to spite someone, or whatever, should be cut down to the minimum. After I completed the range of work that I am expected to, I just need to stop.
If I can go on, great. If not, forget it.
Sounds like great advice. Now all I have to think about, is exactly where does my range of work starts, and do I even see its end.
Or am I missing the point altogether?
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
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