holly shmokes my previous post was over 2 years ago *gasp*
2 years, gone by, just like that.
i have a daughter now. a two-year-old toddler,who demands attention, cries when she cant have what she wants, and constantly asks for didi and friends (except for when her papa is around, jangan harap mama nak bagi).
my husband still doesn't live with us, and i still live with my parents - that hasnt change in two years.
i no longer work at an architectural firm. alhamdulillah i was given the opportunity to work for the state government right after i gave birth to my daughter, and here we are now.
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i hate my work.
i'm sorry, but i honestly hate it. waking up to work every morning is torture because i hate it so much. now im praying i get the opportunity to get out of it. im hoping for a reason - any reason to leave. i have awesome colleague, i have a good relationship with my boss, but i still hate it. i hate that i get scrutinized every single day. i hate that i cannot cope with the scrutiny. i just hate the whole scope of work. i hate it that im not a better person since i've started working here. my temper got worse.
astaghfirullah, i know i sound ungrateful for even having a job, for having an income every month. but honestly, i hate it.
i feel that architecture is crushed out of my system. my passion for it is fast fading. the spark has gone.
i dont get to design anymore. i am forced to tend to other people's needs. i am forced to do stuff im not willing to do. i hate it.
i know that Allah has plans for me. they say if you hate something so much its gonna be something good to you in the future. im just hoping and praying for that day to happen. but until then,
i hate my job.